Circles come, circles flow, one still remains.
Connected by immortal intellectual chains.

Five points filled together by the true breed.
Connected dot to knot by greed.

Don’t know how much more I can fake.
Pack in rhythm, how much more I can take.

Wondering who they are, blazing lights rising from their brains.
Velocity, bursting from their veins.

Ones who control this Earth.
Its Rebirth.

HERMITS OF ERADICATION ARE THE TRUE DISTRACTION.

Pick a side, seven circles were formed, but only one still remains.
Left the others in frames.

Warp through the hole of dealing.
Powered by the prospect of fellow feeling.

Set fire to the monkeys of abstraction.
This is the infraction of the gravitational distraction.
 
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