In fetal Sunday
We wish for the sky
To turn purple on us..
Because in faith
We also hate to live..
These few words
Open up new words
Run deep into digital
The mind and its possibilities
Are what we wait on
But they can't seem to think
About a concrete tower
Filled with life's amusements
They simply want the sky to fall
Down upon us..
So without process
The truth is had..
The Truth which is all purple
Unless you're Siddartha
Siddartha Techno (by Seung Kim)
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