the spawn of the century grow rapid on words forms and figures posess the minds absurd and the beautiful thoughts fall as angels from nowhere for there is no heaven no hell, false bearer the burdons on the mind carry all through time the body will fade but you will remain a sign the sky may collapse but only it's essence remains in a trance from past till present the universe gone physically bare everything remains with it's own true air we are here, all of us join together, release
