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Beyond help
Beyond hope
Beyond care
Beyond grace
How come you're staring?
Have I got **** on me face?
~
Two minutes of perseverance
two minutes of curiosity

Seeking out life
returning with ingenuity

It's all about surfaces and thresholds
and winter hemisphere

Each of us wants so badly
to be that next satellite

Or at least be allowed
to dream we're a small dark spot
moving across the Sun's face

~
Don't confuse funicular
With rack and pinion
Or you'll never get up Snowden
There are those who'd argue
But that is my opinion.
You'll be welcomed into Hell
And not tortured
They have a place set aside
It's an orchard
Where the fruits are so sweet
Cos the roots go so deep
And you get a boss view
Of the torment.
Mum Ra the ever living
Your ma the ever giving.
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