The splendour and the charm
The summer breeze so warm
What could possibly be the harm?
Of living in eternia
Everyone's healthy but no one's fit
Irrational thinking is mistaken for wit
Everything else is just bullshit
Here in eternia
Infinity streches towards both ends
Possibilities exist that no one comprehends
And fate it's helping hand lends
To a chosen few in eternia
Each other's blood our intentions have sucked
Brutually the strings of my heart get plucked
Eternity is eternally fucked
Right here in eternia
Demons and angels liplocked in a kiss
Perpetual ignorance, perpetual bliss
Insanity looms in doom's abyss
Beneath the ground in eternia
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- suraj sharma
- my mind, therefore, becomes this outstretched field of immeasurable serenity, which, although illuminated at angles awkward and unfamiliar to my eyes - is neither dark nor twilit. The strange lighting turns the vacuous foreplay of shadows chasing shadows into an euphoric, almost utopian feeling which is held in suspension as long as this configuration of appearances beckons the restlessness of reason ever forward into the uncharted hinterlands of imagination while at the same time compelling me to bless the lighting director.
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