Rocks then rigid is or ten

Such an aching mind and fever

Fading into yes again


Calm and docile: simple men

Oh so strong and oh so eager

They are many we are ten


Hear each others' burdened sins

Hold us like we hold the ether

Fighting just to live again


But things are getting stranger when

With are we these ghosts: decievers

Many they are; we are ten


Words confused are an in

Challenging must it it reader

Strange or now it's now again


Finding lost or we are them

Is who the now speaker

Rocks then rigid air or ten

Fading into yes again


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