When it should learn to speak before it melts away
And thus express that each have words no one else will say

I have been floated to this thought this hour
On a series of events i cannot explain
Gather yer wits, your will, your luck, yer power
that what it would effect that will not remain

A light shines through a little hole the hole's inside somewhere
The spiracle's obedience it is true (i swear (honestly))

If one claims to know the way let fashion be his bride
And more akin to welcome in to being forced inside

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