Primitive Reason - Cast The Way

High rise; You lie.
It's a gross lie, they won't try anytime to better our days.
So many souls die in so many ways; many don't fly and cursed drown in the filth; so many ways.
Ground down by the changing days.
Deranged; the weather; wears us down into fine powder.
Rotten scream louder and walk the way.
I rise, you lie.

So I cast my way to be walked by the task that I gained from the talk
that I had with my own inner bliss, and basically I learned where the mountain is,
that the climb is a fountain of risk and the fall; may take forever.

Covered in mist claw the rise; one day aim to reach the sky people.
Rolling thunder claim my voice.
Spirit dance to this profound choice, and equal each footstep to a mound of grace; and each good breath.
Exhale, this veil is a nest where the grail conceals what is really real:
the real deal waits for those that can really feel grace and have no fear to aim for space.

No Chance, Romance no Stance, Those Rats Know Sense. Don't Go; Stance;
Go Dance. Know War Dance. Those Rats Hoar Sense. It's no more a frozen stance. War Dance;

End the winter:
Turn, the slow death Burn.
Bonified: setting one stone at a time; certified tone to rise.
A high arch and through will march high and large one soul at a time.

Castaway, cast the way; you who found the best way profound;
Around won't sway the sound; won't stay the ground;
No way the round road will grey my found note now.
Constructed, never my road constricted.
No; never my feet defeated; so long my strong walk.
Climb the ladder to another world.
None the matter: none the same. None has passed that in my past has a name.
We go to the higher world never to return here.
We went higher now we look down below: the low.
We go by and higher, higher high; and high are we.

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