Let's the flow slowing down your corpse and your spirit (BIRD MAGIC)

Let's the flow slowing down your corpse and your spirit
(BIRD MAGIC)

In the ashes fire,
the smog was embedded in your lungs, was coming down and coming up,
celebrating your Brain's freedom,
rocking your deepest and
your most phantasmagorical
Illusions
and creating Reality
in the Dream's reign.

The Misty boat of your life
was still deriving in the Astral sea
of your Gigantic Imagination,
altering your vitality into
a Corpse...



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