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I Believe in Thought ItselfI believe in thought itself—I Believe in Thought Itself by =AmbiguousFilms
for none can pause in time to delve
in wonders that wait for minds to tell
of secrets that stamp their truths too well.
So I agree with facts alone—
as none can bear the silence in stones
too heavy to hold; too alike to bones
that shatter on impact and cannot be sewn.
Yet I can see the charcoal throne—
it sits atop a mound of moans
that weep for those encased in tomes
of the dead that died defending their home.
So I believe in truth itself—
for secrets stamp their facts quite well
in minds that seek the wonders that tell
the mysteries sought by thoughts themselves.

Notice this Tune that Sings to the MoonNotice this tune that sings to the moonNotice this Tune that Sings to the Moon by =AmbiguousFilms
which writhes to ringing inside of this tomb.
Creation divine and substance sublime
Above a notion of a system entwined.
Write these rhythms and place them inside
an algorithm that must surely decide
on fate's last focus which breaks the system.

Porcelain ShelfIt's a feeling of which I may not explainPorcelain Shelf by =AmbiguousFilms
this thorough degrading of mine own self.
My heart races and slips in the rain
It shall soon lay shattered on a porcelain shelf.
In moments, this hope was exposed and then choked
by three burning tyrants who could only provoke.
This life lies in shambles; a result of their deed—
a peace was prescribed and a soul left to bleed.
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