Lines aren't meant
to be crossed.
Their existence give
spawn to an element
of desired ignorance,
for the self, and those
seeking enlightenment.
From one perspective,
this is as true as the need
to breath.
From another perspective,
this pledges loyalty to
the essence of a lie.
Lines are meant
to be crossed.
Their existence are the
spawn of an element
aching for the death
of ignorance.
Born to lose, these
lines are victims of
fear, ego, fear and ego.
Lines aren't meant to
be crossed.
Lines are meant to
be crossed.
Lines are meant
to be crossed.
Lines aren't meant
to be crossed.
Lines are meant
not to cross.
Lines are meant
to cross.
Lines aren't meant
to not be crossed.
Lines are meant
to be uncrossed.
"Cross the line,
don't do it."
"Don't cross line,
please do it. "
"You crossed the line,
you're dead to me."
"I wanted you to
cross the line,
am I dead to you?"
...blur.
Story of my life.
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Edge Of All That Is Known
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