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At first I see an open wound
Infected and disastrous
It breathes chaotic catastrophe
It cries to be renewed
Its tears are the color of anger
They try to form a scab
To the touch it’s stiff and resilient
Underneath, the new skin breathe
It’s all been saved
With the exception for the right parts
When will we be new skin?
As outwardly cliché as it my seem
Yes something under the surface says,
“C’est la vie”
It is a circle, there is a plan
Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again
Lo closely at the open wound
See past what covers the surface
Underneath chaotic catastrophe
Creation takes the stage
Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again
Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again
Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again
It’s all been saved
With the exception for the right parts
When will we be new skin?
It’s all be seen
With the exception for what could be
When will we be new skin?
Until the 20th century
Reality was everything humans could touch,
Smell, see and hear
Since the initial publication of the charted
Electromagnetic spectrum, humans learned
That what they can touch, smell, see and hear
Is less than one millionth of reality
Fallacious cognitions,
Spewed from televisions,
Do mold our decisions,
So stop and take a look.
And you’ll see what I see now
It’s all been saved
With the exception for the right parts
When will we be new skin?
It’s all be seen
With the exception for what could be
When will we be new skin?
