Polars

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    In perfect balance between what was meant and things that are to come.
    Fellow member of my kind, cannot control what you don't understand .
    Time is tipping the scales of my judgement.
    Steel-plated heart, that once was broken down!

    I choose to walk away, because i can't bare to see things that fall apart.
    We used to share one thought.

    We used to have a bond.

    Lost in a mountain area.
    Hear her calling, but no response.
    Even machines come looking for me .

    This is a morgue
    Silence is obedience.
    In here, automated electronic systems keep the pace well, at regulating light and cooling systems.
    As for now, inhere.
    Lying there naked, wondering if it`s true:
    Am i larger than the sum of my parts?
    Engrave a sign in the earth`s crust.
    I want to stay longer on this planet.

    Things fall apart.
    Give me more time for i`ll be worth it.
    A vast as say as any highlands, there is still air there.
    I am breathing , so i could be there now .

    Manifest, for me you end in dogma
    Preparation made, silence seeks solution
    Can't stand the waiting for my sole, deadly sin
    Already stood till, and a while at the location;
    Scene of the act,
    That what man calls crime
    But no crime in a war

    The next day i hear her calling again.
    Shall i try to establish contact?
    For how long could i survive here on my own?
    Am i even destined to be here?
    And here is maybe all that exists.
    I can hear other machines again. apparatus.
    No-one will ever know, why you walked away, for it is a secret revealing nature that tells this tale.

    Any form or shape, a motion or disguise, is bound to be an image,
    A template-view made to be seen.
    Inside-out this situation does not apply!
    There can be one.
    I will not be scared.
    Knowing of the inconsequent complexity, in my appearance, there can't be none....

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    World without end, life of fear .
    Worms and flies coming out of my body.
    Horrendous decay of the falsening light, for those who try to understand.

    A calamity encounter, god-speed propellore.
    Meet my other end, wait for a world war.
    Hide for a cancer.
    I will stay strong by renewal of visions, refreshed by the water.
    My pouring with rain, my echo of eternity.
    Symmetry seeking a young man, going with whimper,
    Sigh / growth / decay , all simultaneous actions...

    Sanity in thought and it`s patterns, a pure form of logic mixed with emotions, this pro-life ...
    Why do i, earth, exist ?
    I contain so many forms, would i come out for real .....

    A quick guide to self-preservation.
    Here the body is only a tool.

    Dial: r.e.d.e.m.p.t.i.o.n., master of my fate .
    I harbour no illusions, but i still stand tall.
    Forced navigation into fields of trust .
    Master of my fate, where will we meet in time?

    Gone now , left without the outcry of a demonstration, preparation made, the silence seeks solution.
    Can`t stand the caller/colour, waiting for my sole

    In my stomach i feel an infant growing.
    The small child inside of me represents life.
    Not capable of making any decisions at all.
    I wait and wait for her return...

    For those who do not know, the difference between polars:
    Unconsciousness, my bless entwined.
    Positively, all negative soul ......

    One fraction of time now represents one day .
    The earth`s turn, the moon and planet cycles .
    The proximity of a planet left for dead.
    Nature will win this war.

    Fierce energy-swallowing process,
    A peninsula with only one road.
    How to visit with a main entrance blocked .
    No procedure needed, nor does a formulae exist.

    Dark impersonation of enlightenment, due to self-preservation and control, i still stand tall,
    Peacefully and harsh.
    Freedom is a lockdown.
    Blinded by the light, it crawls on the floor.
    My rhythm upset , seek for a safer harbour .....

    I know you feel the same, knowing what it`s like.

    Up here, high, solitude of stone .
    A pile is just for me, and even now, being made, i am nothing.
    A total birth of a self-pregnant mother.
    Perpetuating behaviour, my outside world, beyond the mirrors.

    Can you feel me?
    Cause this is not my carbondioxide!

    Conditions, boundaries crossed, layers lost, to become one with earth .
    My tendency to be submerged with all.
    One gigantic and twisted entropy .

    This is our final distinction...

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