Your numbers,
I see you holding them too closely.
They’ll never,
line up again like they did today.
What do you hold so dear,
as to transcend fact into reality;
as you are thinking correctly;
as you hold so dear?
(Second Column)
The Gods of man are just that.
All of them from one strand of truth.
Paired spirals out from one truth.
Yet they forget that they’re all of one man.
That frequency, that resonance, that vibration
are all an interface with this medium.
Your thoughts are living things of unimaginable power,
Even in a world so cold; impersonal.
I see you holding them too closely.
They’ll never,
line up again like they did today.
What do you hold so dear,
as to transcend fact into reality;
as you are thinking correctly;
as you hold so dear?
(Second Column)
The Gods of man are just that.
All of them from one strand of truth.
Paired spirals out from one truth.
Yet they forget that they’re all of one man.
That frequency, that resonance, that vibration
are all an interface with this medium.
Your thoughts are living things of unimaginable power,
Even in a world so cold; impersonal.
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