Atheist - Air |
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Air
Atheist The air stirs up the galaxy The crosswinds of forever become me Be!!!....... Without my sounds would be silent And place me on the porch of the breeze Carrying seasons to bring us No gullible gust through the trees The atmosphere we all can enjoy and we destroy The blur on the horizon disturbs me It casts a disguise on the sun In the end it's the wind that will weaken And the human goes from billions to none The wind will regain all its motion (spoken) the breeze of; a new generation And clear the air for the following to ...(breathe) Moving clouds, from everywhere Sensing a rainy stare Smelling the moisture in the air In the air. The weather can be deemed as deceiving The passion that it feels for the ocean Air and water sharing laughter To predict the unpredictability A bond between two forges of nature All to live and breathe The breeze of a new generation The breeze of a new generationBreathe |
