I feel the heat rise and grace my body with it's presance,
I've been cold for so long, oh so cold,
I no longer fear the journey
I have to face,
I stand tall and firm.
Looking hardship in the eyes, smiling and gleeming with mystery.
White Lightning
Reality,
What is reality?
Our heads filled with to many illusions,
Not knowing what is and isn't real,
We all make our own reality,
Wether it be true or false,
We search for a meaning,
But does a meaning even exist?
Is are meaning what we make it to be also?
White Lightning
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