please release me
from the insidious traps of my wont.
to dispel this potential
i wanted this bell that rings to
spellbind us with change
for once and for all.
lustrous forethought strangling the world
in my hands
there is a machine that releases tension
in surges natural.

the corpse of our origin is revived daily by the assassin on the trapeze of time.

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