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Aim to spiral as two,

Can’t we be one?

I aim to spiral as two,

Had enough of the Sun.

The traveling maze

Begins the next phase:

Crop,

Engulfed in flames,

Drop

All these games.

Grass

Consumes your scales

Brass

Is on your tails.

Stone, Bronze, Iron, New.

Don’t croak the morning dew.

Shh…

Just laugh like Cheshire with a big crescent moon.

Look.

See.

Come back.

There’s a rustling of the leaves.

And, the blood on your tongue.

Then, the ground beneath you heaves

Should you be so high-strung?

Inhale

Eternal Creation.

Unveil.

Ego’s Inflation.

It takes seven stages

To leave the dark ages.

What’s next?

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