a sbutle texture subdued by continuous motions to prove
a form previously nonexistent illuminated by one's
own mark exclusive to specific motions these are motions
that can only be emulated in their truest form by their
creator thus cementing one's own individuality in the
medium which acts as the true root of human existence
in this state we can create and understand our nature
purified and devoid of clutter tha consumes free thought
the physical manifestation of betrayal lies in the
surface area mentality with nothing to anchor to there
is no hope reaching for an epidemic to strike the world
and free myself trapped by an ever-changing countenance
with a static mentality an abundance of lust finds
its way into the beautiful world and taint the sexless
whore an illusion of hope beckons who will answer its
call who would answer at all on and on into the world
devoid of life never forget what they did to you