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Psychic Rift

Strangelove
Dance the dividing line
We shall burn the earth
And burn our lives.
For the tallest tree shall battle most
The wind it leaves the week behind.
The storm that we've denied
Sweep the undivided truth
Coloured with the
world of our beliefs.
Bring back the storm of distant years
Tumbling, trembling as
there is no waking up.
There is no dividing line
(as logic now fails)
Stream upwards, rage against them all
Speak of words hidden in your songs.
Mere mortals strive for
strength in numbers.
There is no dividing line.
The storm shall sweep the weak of heart
And tear our castles down.
Crush the very foundations
On which our faith is based.
Torn across the dividing line
(Now sanity is discarded.)
©infj-loki