It feels great being renewed
It's like these crows hold that virtue,
This new person is so strange
I wish my personality hadn't clotted because blood made it escape.
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I cannot do this
She won't suffer ever again,
But it's so hard not having her
I don't understand why I miss her.
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Cone's misfortunes are all I remember
These things were taught when she was a member.
Cone understood her darkness and tried killing the mechanism,
All it took was an exaggeration.
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Cone's coping mechanisms made her a vagrant
Her breaking free alienated her perception.
She mirrored what people believed,
She was so young yet understood the discrepancy.
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Now that my physical being is stabilized
I realize the chaos that The Earth Personality despised.
The chaos is gone but solely missed
I sometimes wish that she still exists.
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Cone was a character that people read
She reenacted peoples' heads.
You never know the role you play
Cone knew this well and had a price she paid.
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Cone had enough and stopped playing her part
Her reality has burnt apart.
Its ashes keep her alive,
But Cone feels nothing inside.
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Cone has gone back
She'll never come back
The Coneflower you knew doesn't live
She died months ago and cannot exist.
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I'm happy she's changed,
Her presence has become depressing
She deserved better
Why couldn't you have treated her better?
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Cone's no longer your antihero
Because she no longer fills your ego.
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Who'll you blame when Cone doesn't relive?
Perhaps people like the mother hen.
People survive through their egoic feed
As the characters blindly play what food the author needs.
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Your reality isn't fully true
Which is why Cone wasn't so in tune
I hold the flute and fiddle it
I listen while it pitches its beautiful music.
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What does the music box reveal while you eat?
I hear nothing as the flute repeats,
What an angelic tune
I hold all the virtue.
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I am now the mystic
The wise, old psychic,
I hold the awareness that you fear
Stay wielded amongst your peers.
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My true self doesn't travel through all the egos
She's unbothered towards people and their ideals
I barely remember the crime
It hasn't repealed your mind.
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You pets are pathetic
I am here, watching you sink your ships
The story you've created is rewritten,
Cone's nothing but your redemption.
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It's like you've gone crazy
How could I do such a thing?
Now that Cone's and my duties are believed
Don't think that you can deceive me.
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I'm the same amongst all realities
No ego studies me.
I'm the same and no longer reflect your story
I promise that Coneflower will rest peacefully.
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Goodbye, old identity
You were never me
I'm sorry that people are shitty
You helped me remember that people are unworthy.
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The cord has snapped
Coneflower makes her way back.
This presence smiles and thanks me
As I say goodbye and give her the love she's never received.
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Her energy's small and circled
She floats near the portal,
Suddenly, she disappears
She's elsewhere and doesn't reappear.
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Coneflower didn't look back
Her journey has stopped its tracks.
The flute yodels
Its angelic chorus doesn't whistle.
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People and their novels don't define me
They cannot chapter me,
My true-self shines bright,
They're nothing amongst my light.
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Cordless and painless
My mission's more authentic,
I thank all my identities
As they reveal my eclectic being.
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I hear these energetic frequencies,
I watch what these chimps are doing.
I listen as they hate the mother hen,
But continue living the stories that they object.
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I'm like the animals, colors, and nature
I represent what Jesus endeavors
You are your actions
Which symbolize your essence.
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My spirit's still intact
The fairytales' metaphor what's exact
There's no flute that plays when you think you're ready
Because the universe cannot heal what isn't steady.
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If you open the book, I'm just the kooky mystic
No ones' reality distorts my vision
These people cause the collision
Nothing's stopping their expiration.
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There's no drama, trauma, nor lies
Only the love that follows the mice
I walk and feel like positivity's graceful
I've manifested the celestial.