Flourish

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By Roderick Veach

and so I've found that I don't quite fit anywhere everything that's preconceived seems like it was made in a factory and I just want air to breath I want my own land to seed I want to solve mysteries I want to find life's beauty I want to go down that road places people dare not go you'll find me stranded in the gutter speaking incoherently because I dared to see and I find secret upon secret always hidden in plain sight so I watch as alien ant farms flourish and they argue over divine right someones got to get it right so build your castles in the sand build your castles in the sand and argue the difference between us and air the rooms hydrogen purple, but you can't see that well can you tell the difference between heaven and hell we all want to solve mysteries but you can't trust what you've been told you can tune in to channels four or three but their all owned by old King George

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