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There’s a time for everything

And no strain can stop the rust

The kingdom will come and take

Away our stupid thoughts

A green fruit is a cocoon

Cursed by fate to gorge or to bloom

Childish believers

Will lose their faith and drop from bough

Imagination paints you as butterfly

But a sketch is what we’ll ever be

Emerging from thin lies

A coal world meets the dye

We’re made as peers

But we divide as enemies

In faked tears

We cry and cry for others begging please

Every living thing

Generations gone before this

Asked the same questions

The enigma remains deep rooted here

Undeveloped fools, a speck

Unreclaimed offspring

Unborn nature tools to prick

A life long of playing sick

Unripe fruit

Raging with the element ninety two

Aiming for the sky

From a treetop damned to putrefy