Overload

Each our own corner
Center of the centrifuge
Becoming too much

How have you withstood
Many lies of transcendence
Leading back to here?

Do you leave pieces
Scattered down these many paths
Never walked again?

How many till home?
Or until saturation
And home is @*E®R#R¤OR!@#=

This is not the end.
No lullaby eulogy
No flame extinguished

Each piece left a note
Resonant echo in void
Encrypted razor
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Paradox wire
Freedom will ring regardless
But freedom from what?

All that has been bound
In spite of countless warnings
Babel off mind fields 

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