Its astonishing to me
The seer and his dreams
The movies full of screams
The second valley's beams
The grist and hurl of chore
The violence of war
The bulbous plant protruding
The activities I'm using
I am kinda dumb
A flame that has been squelched
Yet when the work is done
I'll be at one at last
I'm stepping on the track
rising the vows of woe
And when my train arrives
I'll voyage and I'll go
I am an auctioneer
I am a frozen waste
I am a brilliant sun
And these I shall remain
There is no point to life
No motive but to breath
So when I do my best
Then certainly I'll succeed
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