| Ongoing weakness takes to flight
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| Its strength no longer known
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| It’s been erased and transferred on
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| As difference broke the mold
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| What once was stable is no more
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| Thrown off and soon deceived
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| And through subjective oddities
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| It’s becoming obsolete
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| Off kilter!
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| In everything there is another that
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| Could be its reflection
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| Looking down inside so same-alike
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| The outside’s looking in
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| To be exact is what it searches
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| A lesson to remind
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| A certain something nothing shares
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| Yet identical inside
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| Off kilter it’s off kilter
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| Slow motion frenzy looks away
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| The hyperactive whirlwind glares
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| Down in darkened haze
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| It laughs while watching all the
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| Failures in thhe human race
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| Well-feasted in its pleasures now
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| Reserved for what’s inside
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| Destructive plans submerge
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| To terrorize
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| And through despair it’s grown and
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| Grown and becomes familiar face
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| It goes on and on with slow detection
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| That’s slowly taking place
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| An uneasiness that’s lost the found
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| Comes screaming down the line
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| To carve and sculpt a fitting mold
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| That seeking eyes can’t find
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| Off kilter!
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| Forced to suffer, spiraled down and
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| Thrown into the vague
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| Nothing reacts nothing defends
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| At mercy the unknown
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| Through time and age and day
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| And night as outcome iit exists
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| Laboric rat so soon to prune
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| Has quickly changed its pace
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| Off kilter so off kilter
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| Turning more and more yet unobtained
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| The hyperactive whirlwind glares
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| Down in darkened haze
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| It laughs while watching all the
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| Failures in the human race
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| Well-feasted are its pleasures now
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| Reserved for what’s inside
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| The peril to avoid is now!
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| It’s turning tail brings sour as it
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| Rots a healthy core
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| Sympathy through mourning wreaths
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| Hanging evermore
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| In distance it is waiting
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| Or has it gone and passed?
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| A turning world fools no one
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| A figment of the past
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| The eternal world keeps growing and
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| Surrounded for all time
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| On swinging hooks marked as failure
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| Life is passing by
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| Crazed sirens have been sounded
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| Warning waits ahead
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| All questions unanswered
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| Brings the truth
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| The warping spirit changes way and
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| Reverts into decline
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| The quest to grieve and revive all
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| Rejects us from what we call mankind
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| Inflicted peril rejects all earthly ways
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| Ingested shock invades, evolves as
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| Horror takes its place down in the void
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| This disturbing moving frenzy
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| Its savage actions reaching out
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| Yet a shocking, waiting deja vu
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| Now almighty nowhere the unhuman
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| Side in human form
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| A striking resemblance the replica
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| Has begun
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| Resist no further intact it’s always been
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| The message lost through distortion
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| Perception through odd abduction
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| Off-kilter interact the challenge
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| Remains while seduction of drama awaits |