Thin blood circulates outside the system – displaced.
Red orbit etched with a sharp helix of life – downs and ups.
It is all around, though I can't hear any sound.
Once the first ring has closed,
My blood circulates.

Now we know more.
The orbit etched down to the core.
It's so simple – the urge to yield, with every game we play along.
We feast a lot.
Hot revenge is best served cold.
We share the chords, blessed upon our note.

Where's your breath?
I don't feel it in the steaming atmosphere.
Know it's hard.
You'll take it all.
Blinded, search for air to hold.

Choose your side.
No difference noticed.
All was good when you have done it.
Hands up!
Crosshair is set!
Oh I fed my little pet.

Now! We know more!
The orbit etched down to the core.
It's so simple – the urge to yield, with every game we play along.
We feast a lot.
Hot revenge is best served cold.
We share the chords, blessed upon our note.

The orbit went all through the heart,
spilling the hundredth drop of wrath.
The final clash.
Transcending me.
Entangled eternally.

Eternally.

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