Eating Cold Decisions

The Palace of Wisdom is in sight at last.
The road of excess was paved with my past.
When god retired they left us full of fright.
Chasing vanity in the irresistible black of night.

Our Universe is infinate and stands like towers.
In the palm of your hand an eternity in 6 hours.
The music in my words work directly with my feet.
It’s only the toes that know how they have to meet.

The darkness floats like the scent of a grave.
We fill full of chills and impose our dominion.
In the reality swamp your foot tramples brave.
Like eating cold snails it’s only a decision.


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