The Signs of a Storm

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The purpose of perpetuity
Traveling between dimensions
Freedom rings

In realms unseen
Sordid symmetry
Tears at me
Despondency
Won’t leave me be

Desolate
Removed
Watching for something
I never found
Will get me nowhere

The surging storm
Is within
I must strive
For peace of mind

Shortness of breath
The smoke has descended

Battling death
Before it ended

The Rubik’s cube
Left abandoned
Learn to work
With what you're handed

Battling karma
Is not a great choice
But you will still
Hear my voice

Perplexed by patterns
That are disguised
Or orchestrating my demise

I shall rise
I despise
All their lies
No compromise

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