Be

Ought inflicters and the production inducers

Crystallized mounds, condensed dreads

Lethal pride, carmine ties

Vital substructure, dysfunctional pedestal

Condition contents, lore seekers

I can't see but I sense them

Mind is the comprehension squad with vivid sensations

It doesn't allow me to see the colours

But the sphere is better without the dye crowd

I don't need them to feel or conceive

There is my mold already to be cracked for me to get out to meet my pupils with the realms

Chrysalis is not a sarcophagus for me but a reliance that lets me be on

I am pursuing the kristalschmetterling

They are leaning to the luminary

Their purpose is just to go instead of reaching

Conclusion doesn't wait for us

But the course is kind to interrogation

I wash my husk in Soap Coliseum

I descant at Bruno Auditorium

I am screaming in silence when I wear my Red Ribbon

I am living with the plear crew and the halo's accompanying

I pretend as the art 'cause I want to

I am composed and hushed along with pleasure

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I be the one I am