It's tragic to concede
Geothermals
To take the deus from
The machina
What could I have done?
I bowed my head and
What could I have said?
I injured my neck
What must I accept?
It's all or nothing
What must I reject?
And I know
That in silence
There is wisdom
But I know
That this beauty's
Marred with Peter's scars
And I know
In this vastness's
Veneration
But the bone was broke
When Nicea spoke
What must I accept?
What must I reject?
The beauty becomes
The beauty becomes
The beauty becomes
The model becomes
The model becomes
The model becomes
The law becomes
The law becomes
The law becomes
The weight becomes
The weight becomes
The weight becomes
The wisdom
Not so far
From surrendering myself
Not so far
From letting my sandcastles
Get washed away
Not so far
From wallowing in the pity
Effaced or striking
My own weak pose
But I know
That in silence
There is wisdom
But I know
That this beauty's
Marred with Peter's scars
And I know
In this vastness'
Veneration
But I know
That I can't walk this road
With broken bones
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