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letra de into the rift valley pt3 - haitz

gnash these t–th ignites
chaotic binge and purging
god has fallen from trees
the cicadas are all dead
the insects crying chemical pheromones
moaning
“you had your chance”
dead dance d-mn these mementos
playing guitars, breaking b-ll-cks
circling the cymbals
she wears a crown like man
wears a thimble sewing
the strings of bass and guitars
far from fleeting frying frenzy of
sonic booms dooms these curling q’s
into crumbling barriers eating
these souls whose ears are glued
together with ho-rs- voices of mental maggots saying
“if god is a god, and man is a machine, and man is an ape
then takes these notes from blistered throat
into a transcending sunrise for society.”
it might be, we are the
reflection of the
universe in one tiny
cell holds the key
that we are part of the sea
of love and hate, it’s not too late to turn
back the chaotic clock
and seal this fate, seal this envelope
pushing it into the evolution of evolution which says
“if i was born with a choice then let this revolution be born
from the hands of nature!”
but the waves swallowing the sea sh-lls
switch off
the tranquility of nothing
the remembrance of the storm of
turning the tide, changing minds
and walking away from the creation back turned
as the sun is extinguished
and setting the microphone in its stand
leaving the stage, the audience is silent
their lighters burning down the palace
ostracized, lifeless, but well fit
wise in its years, but content
that this is what we have made it
and the truth doesn’t lie down and submit
but you submit to it
and the music born from these moments is
a testament to the expression
impressions transport evolution
to our final destination

- haitz

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