Parallel lines. Look over your shoulder
Finicky ties. Crossing the border
Someday mid June, wishing for nothing
This soil is jejune. This story is clumsy
The joke was on us, was arson, been spreading
Please wait for a while, until I am ready
Today came too late, resentful, remorseful
The gospels it sang were chaos, were chorus
Oh parallel lines, we meet, we encounter
Agendas and lies lit up by a lantern
We meet, then we part; as if it's not happened
Thus here and now turned there and never
About the Creator
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