Minds that see what there is
She is a killer of time
Minds that see what there is
only to see in a mind of hers
she will not hear the sound of the passing moon
they commit her to madness
inclusion they say is one of all
and society is only lost with a substitution
She’s just a mortal
We all want to survive and we have to
Shake hands as we did before
God knows
We are all just mortals
She was born on a Friday
With a number unbelievable
the day of the unlucky
she keeps them away as she looks
Covering her face and features
mirrors that trick the eyes
minds that see what there is
only to see in a mind of hers
she will not hear the sound of the passing moon
they commit her to madness
inclusion they say is one of all
and society is only lost with a substitution
Said to be a series of things
matches that spark a line of fate
pairings that cost fortune hunters
movements of past bringing the before and the after
following one from the other
some considered those of frequent minds
was it theories, questions or movements?
she walks with a step of tomorrow
one that no one dares to question
she is the killer of them all
time killer
a killer of time
Inclusion and substitution
Are said to be a series of things
Some considered those of frequent minds
To be with the twelve that repeat
Of theories and thoughts swirling to reality
Prevail in high winds of absolute
Bring to the forefront a frail humanity
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