As things are cast upon these grounds
What turns up brings many options
What changing winds blow happiness in
Where stagnant blockades fall in defeat
With these shells I thee wed
This destiny I bestow upon my crown
To change and forever be changing
In wackness and in illness
For abundance or broke as hell
'Til the breakbeat do we split
I now introduce ourselves as
Spirit and life
May I now kiss the sky?
13 years ago
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