Stanza 4

Pry apart, world from seams, liquid dry, deadly song
Rot the core, some want some more, purpose built, broken machine,
Of wrong of right, of soul of dirt, of what is trite, for some love to lie
Tapped and tapered, lights are right, heart is core, 
Amplify the world, change the tune, provide us with some room to breathe
Going, and gone, what last went wrong. A new disease
Opening inside of me
Never have been one to live, just exist in modern myth
Inside my mouth, some words spurt out, not with heart just empty smiles
Sincerely spoke my gratitude chokes, the words I die for every day
Twas days away, that full circle came, and moons lay cold
So I've found my world

The End

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