Nigma
08-22-2022, 10:32 PM
No show verse from the last week of AOWL
An Allegory of Truth and Time
https://www.celesteprize.com/indi/_pics/6/1/2011-38577-99909_26116_4565_t.webp?m=1317108327
Life is like being chained up in a cave, forced to watch shadows flitting against a stone wall
Behold;
A tale of three generations, there's meaning to that
Cursed with seeing the past when it needs us to act
The circle that is life's an oval squeezed and compact
And each of us are tailored to keep it intact
Eb and flow, ingest the breath your chest can pull
Then let it go, complete the routine scenes as they flash
Seeing each moment like beaches of action in pieces of sand
Rain meets the ocean to grow it, complete what it lacks
The present is a puzzle, life's a piece of a past
Predetermined meaning as it's seen on the map
I'll complete what my family calls me to do
Name's Time, I'm the oldest and the father of Truth
We finally felt alignment when her daughter was two
She called the child Balance, reasons obvious too
Could conjure flawless rings, which her thoughts would produce
Godly while it's utilized for solving what's ruined
But only when the danger seems to call for it's use, since
The blueprints pages gleam and now my thoughts are imbued
But now that I'm...
Conjuring the past to alter facts, the way we change the screen
Abuse my kid each usage, causes Truth to lay in agony
Eyes closed, her child, gripped in fear would leave -
Evade the scene
With Balance lost, gravity is ravaging -
A rage machine
The power packed within it's bending objects before quakes'll blossom
As the hours glass (was mine) would shake enough to break it's bottom
Contents seen, fall beneath it, endlessly, they aim to leave
I look ahead of me and see the way that's paved, a place to meet
Search and find the circle of all life that Balance gave to me
Hold the loop to fully scoop the contents I'm enslaved to keep
Alter Truth to calm the lack of Balance as she's laying weak
But grounded as her daughter caught her eye, her face is seen!
Glass is crafted then the sand is transferred from the space we needed
Now we stay, await another cycle to come alive in this crazy dream
An Allegory of Truth and Time
https://www.celesteprize.com/indi/_pics/6/1/2011-38577-99909_26116_4565_t.webp?m=1317108327
Life is like being chained up in a cave, forced to watch shadows flitting against a stone wall
Behold;
A tale of three generations, there's meaning to that
Cursed with seeing the past when it needs us to act
The circle that is life's an oval squeezed and compact
And each of us are tailored to keep it intact
Eb and flow, ingest the breath your chest can pull
Then let it go, complete the routine scenes as they flash
Seeing each moment like beaches of action in pieces of sand
Rain meets the ocean to grow it, complete what it lacks
The present is a puzzle, life's a piece of a past
Predetermined meaning as it's seen on the map
I'll complete what my family calls me to do
Name's Time, I'm the oldest and the father of Truth
We finally felt alignment when her daughter was two
She called the child Balance, reasons obvious too
Could conjure flawless rings, which her thoughts would produce
Godly while it's utilized for solving what's ruined
But only when the danger seems to call for it's use, since
The blueprints pages gleam and now my thoughts are imbued
But now that I'm...
Conjuring the past to alter facts, the way we change the screen
Abuse my kid each usage, causes Truth to lay in agony
Eyes closed, her child, gripped in fear would leave -
Evade the scene
With Balance lost, gravity is ravaging -
A rage machine
The power packed within it's bending objects before quakes'll blossom
As the hours glass (was mine) would shake enough to break it's bottom
Contents seen, fall beneath it, endlessly, they aim to leave
I look ahead of me and see the way that's paved, a place to meet
Search and find the circle of all life that Balance gave to me
Hold the loop to fully scoop the contents I'm enslaved to keep
Alter Truth to calm the lack of Balance as she's laying weak
But grounded as her daughter caught her eye, her face is seen!
Glass is crafted then the sand is transferred from the space we needed
Now we stay, await another cycle to come alive in this crazy dream