Solace surrounds serendipitous souls
Ironically filling up endless black holes
As moonbeams break boundaries we look to the skies
But light speed born backwards will deceive more than eyes
Elemental errors of a species past its prime
Evangelical psychosis breeds the slipperiest of slime
Solitude is master of the loneliest of gods
Surrounded by disaster, facing a myriad of odds
We sing and hum and buzz to these vibrations in our mind
We guess and pose to ponder of that which we'll never find
There are answers to these riddles that are meant to stir the heart
Tangle up in psychic torment breathing passion into art
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