Beneath the ground
comes a new entire system.
From creative and blooming
bright colors.
Where treasure and life grow.
New and old pity things parish.
They come and go by.
Feeling Remorseless and dread the things that we see.
Conceding the life we desired or want.
Plagiarizing others to be itself.
Nothing to do but make another rebirth.
Replying the lives or recycling them.
Repeatedly ask for more than needed.
As time and illusions integrate together.
The present self and future life may
be a resonance towards one another.
As we may do what we need to.
Where things become bleak.
But, to grow and become what needs to be done.
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