Days will pass like clouds in the sky
in constant cosmic motion
they swim like snowflakes
in the river of damask fairy floss
Autumn trees, crimson and golden
every single pixel of the atmosphere
all mesmerizing stars and beings
landscapes of endlessness and depht
All feelings high and low
hazy dreams and symphonies
paradoxical tranquility
of my own world
Old world order statues
red lips of a painted whore
these foul bodies entrailing into one
all human made corrupt
all the other things vain as well
And all this I saw and I wondered
how beautiful the world was
but where was the purpose
some form of god?
Violet dreams vanishing into pitch black blur
like haunting ghosts
broken reflections
of my soul
this ideal of nothing
in constant cosmic motion
they swim like snowflakes
in the river of damask fairy floss
Autumn trees, crimson and golden
every single pixel of the atmosphere
all mesmerizing stars and beings
landscapes of endlessness and depht
All feelings high and low
hazy dreams and symphonies
paradoxical tranquility
of my own world
Old world order statues
red lips of a painted whore
these foul bodies entrailing into one
all human made corrupt
all the other things vain as well
And all this I saw and I wondered
how beautiful the world was
but where was the purpose
some form of god?
Violet dreams vanishing into pitch black blur
like haunting ghosts
broken reflections
of my soul
this ideal of nothing
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