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the mind spills like a tongue with no frills
the brain is cupped and the thumbs act as gills
in unison they dance for breathable air
in reality there's asphyxiation everywhere
the death of the soul is never apparent
neither is crossing over to the transparent
they become like plexiglass coming in for a landing
diminishing in flight and grounded for disbanding
a gathering of enemies for destruction
so they can spend eternity in construction
building an empire that was meant to fall
with desire as sharp as a wrecking ball
a crude description i can only provide
the best i can do with a foreign divide
is send it back to from which it came
knowing quite possibly i am the same
the brain is cupped and the thumbs act as gills
in unison they dance for breathable air
in reality there's asphyxiation everywhere
the death of the soul is never apparent
neither is crossing over to the transparent
they become like plexiglass coming in for a landing
diminishing in flight and grounded for disbanding
a gathering of enemies for destruction
so they can spend eternity in construction
building an empire that was meant to fall
with desire as sharp as a wrecking ball
a crude description i can only provide
the best i can do with a foreign divide
is send it back to from which it came
knowing quite possibly i am the same
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what odd imagery you conjure?