Mortality emanates into our existence
Stained into our voice and the tears we shed
Soaking into the fabric of what covers us
Cloaked from peace and control of your soul
Religion isn’t the savior of your identity
God can’t command life to move
Authority is only within ourselves
We cast it, fear it, exploit it, condemn it
Control is bounded by perspective
In a world with expanding limits
We create tunnels to follow blindly
Out of fear of the unknown
We need more now than ever
An understanding of entropy and the sea of 1
No matter the dispersion, we all feel our core
Shared, broken, but glimmering with hope
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