Statitious mountains crown the plain
Yet sinyan symptoms sprawl like veins
They burst with proportions of life's kin to kin
The mature cataleptus became like men
I call the blacksmith not to fade
Reside in pages of the eleventh grade
The arm error is yours to win
Mount the skylines and spawn your kin
Now the mountains lush of fertile veins
It is no longer but a life in rain
To the magma core inside the termite hill
The gist of matter is open sill
Downward dirty the spire
Atward tharmite desire
Sideward through eternal channels of blue
Backward things will grow without any clue
Down below the marrow's airy crust
Earthly vein get parched by rust
The hidden apprehension's the germination
The final seal of man's determination
The more, the closer, the marrow got rude
And the magnetism of solitude
While identity is made by alien reflection
I relocate my turn within the metric section
Urban routine with a pullulation
A thousand strains called population
Lone wolves can't fuck within scores of sheep
Their bulwarks rising and will never seep
So I long for the roots of my cities
So I dig for the origin ground
Where the new birth grows
The tree of all feeling lies the reason for a place to be found
So I long for the roots of my cities
So I dig for the origin ground
Where the new birth grows
The tree of all feeling lies the reason for a place to be found
So I long for the roots of my cities
So I dig for the origin ground
Where the new birth grows
The tree of all feeling lies the reason for a place to be found
So I long for the roots of my cities
So I dig for the origin ground
Where the new birth grows
The tree of all feeling lies the reason for a place to be found
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