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Round minds go, cube ones stow
Some listen, others peek and seep

Tunnels get made as the many and few sleep

If awakened, they`ll creep and cling too
Worlds, worlds- so many, with a hard heated middle
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New stories unfold as the Bent and Bashed twist to new ways
With a gazer, a laser behind the borderline redacts one thing

Just one, for the broad public isn`t easy to sway with mere verbs

When they do, they don`t grasp the grand glass gracefully
They crack it, they crack it- so badly that the lesson is lost and the mind cries wolf
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Even as live story goes on, mysteries remind untapped
Those that are not alone at heart reach outwards

These memos carry the dream towards a legacy

An ambition for why The Way is what it appears to be
Devotion, devotion- to a point that it forms chasms for those eyes to see
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Caution, the mind at work knows better
Yet as it works it all out, the mind becomes its own Hyde

Forming cords, switching swords, and shifting cores all over

Listening to too many books, some made of hardwood
So stiff, so stiff- to let it go fly free, so stiff still
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Stories so stiff that the metal skin flays
Covered up in layers of summed up conspiracy

Just a set net of tangled opinions with intrusive conclusions 

Meanings that mock chosen choice, but why?
Why dare mock, why dare mock- mockery is not a toy
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Don`t let things tinker with the screws
Look both ways and keep solid a frame of mind

The collective sources could break the point, so hold

The lessons given will be the shell, or nothing deep within will feel well
Forever, forever- there will be a rival facing the whole, tugging someone`s soul
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