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It is like the pounding of one million sirens.
It is like the freeze of subzero temperatures.
There is no easy way to crawl and climb back up.
There is no easy way to make it lucid and placid.

I once held the key to many pleasures;
The white hot knowledge of blinding obscurities.
Many a thing had life for me that I could measure
With simple gratitude and fortuity.

The forgoing and tortuous pain is held.
The forgoing memories are regrettably never forgotten.
There is no easy way to forget what haunts the past.
There is no easy way to fabricate a lucid future.

I once held, in my heart, the love of six billion territous citizens.
In my mind lived the fortitude of six billion terrestrial psyches.
I cannot so easily reconstruct what has been regrettably lost.
To find the wondrous existence of love times again is to be broken times and times again.

What haunts the obscuring past also haunts the obscured future.
What haunts the forthcoming future also haunts the spontaneity of the present.
There is no easy way to escape the velocitous past.
There is no easy way to gravitate above all else in the wake of the present.

I once held I once held.
White hot knowledge gratitude and fortuity.
In my heart in my mind:
Miserably obscure memories love and integrity.

Description
It is like the pounding of one million sirens.
It is like the freeze of subzero temperatures.
There is no easy way to crawl and climb back up.
There is no easy way to make it lucid and placid.

I once held the key to many pleasures;
The white hot knowledge of blinding obscurities.
Many a thing had life for me that I could measure
With simple gratitude and fortuity.

The forgoing and tortuous pain is held.
The forgoing memories are regrettably never forgotten.
There is no easy way to forget what haunts the past.
There is no easy way to fabricate a lucid future.

I once held, in my heart, the love of six billion territous citizens.
In my mind lived the fortitude of six billion terrestrial psyches.
I cannot so easily reconstruct what has been regrettably lost.
To find the wondrous existence of love times again is to be broken times and times again.

What haunts the obscuring past also haunts the obscured future.
What haunts the forthcoming future also haunts the spontaneity of the present.
There is no easy way to escape the velocitous past.
There is no easy way to gravitate above all else in the wake of the present.

I once held I once held.
White hot knowledge gratitude and fortuity.
In my heart in my mind:
Miserably obscure memories love and integrity.