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Swaying through passing time
We're like branches of leafless trees
And the vines that grow on aged tombstones
Tangled and twisted through each other's minds
Our spirits unite and dance to the rhythm of eternity
And our blood is the color of war;
Pumping through unexplored caverns of desire
Thundering thoughts crash and create beautiful melodies
We are volcanic, destroying; Rebuilding our world
Deciphering ancient hieroglyphs carved in our cores
Piecing together the path that leads us to paradise
One thunderstorm at a time...