Open Mic: The Moon

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   The Moon

I woke up from nothing before, so time is torn
reflecting on the reason why your lie was born
survive the storm of hateful guilt
take off the quill and save the spill
You make me feel, a thousand emotions that reconsider
the shame I could deliver
I prepare the singularity, but my heart is falling from actuality
supposedly I was there in the castle of creation,
knowing nothing but the saddest ancient
the deterrent oblivion does help me fade away,
but I know that your love cannot stay.
Despite your destitution I cannot save the seclusion
of your heart that is broken beyond interruption
and my feelings are corruption and knowledge of consumption 
I just wanted to make you feel my love of inclusion.

In the castle of creation, and the axe of Satan
the trap is vacant, colored as an act of patience 
because of my primordial pain, I would like to thank King Arthur
and God's proclaiming of patience before Satan.
I was best friends with King Arthur before the cavemen existed,
your love is aimlessly infinite.
Depressed tetrahedrons and the theory of the Big Bang says,
you are the purest form of all faces.
And your love is more legendary than before because of bases.
and hopelessly long creative moments

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	The Moon I woke up from nothing before, so time is torn reflecting on the reason why your lie was born survive the storm of hateful guilt take off the quill and save the spill You make me feel, a thousand emotions that reconsider the shame I could deliver I prepare the singularity, but my heart is falling from actuality supposedly I was there in the castle of creation, knowing nothing but the saddest ancient the deterrent oblivion does help me fade away, but I know that your love cannot stay. Despite your destitution I cannot save the seclusion of your heart that is broken beyond interruption and my feelings are corruption and knowledge of consumption I just wanted to make you feel my love of inclusion. In the castle of creation, and the axe of Satan the trap is vacant, colored as an act of patience because of my primordial pain, I would like to thank King Arthur and God's proclaiming of patience before Satan. I was best friends with King Arthur before the cavemen existed, your love is aimlessly infinite. Depressed tetrahedrons and the theory of the Big Bang says, you are the purest form of all faces. And your love is more legendary than before because of bases. and hopelessly long creative moments