Polars - Textures

In perfect balance between what was meant and things that are to come

Fellow member of my kind, cannot control what you don’t understand

Time is tipping the scales of my judgement

Steel-plated heart, that once was broken down!

I choose to walk away, because I can’t bare to see things that fall apart

We used to share one thought

We used to have a bond

Lost in a mountain area

Hear her calling, but no response

Even machines come looking for me

This is a morgue

Silence is obedience

In here, automated electronic systems keep the pace well, at regulating light

and cooling systems

As for now, inhere

Lying there naked, wondering if it’s true:

Am I larger than the sum of my parts?

Engrave a sign in the earth’s crust

I want to stay longer on this planet

Things fall apart

Give me more time for I’ll be worth it

A vast as say as any highlands, there is still air there

I am breathing, so I could be there now

Manifest, for me you end in Dogma

Preparation made, silence seeks solution

Can’t stand the waiting for my sole, deadly sin

Already stood till, and a while at the location;

Scene of the act

That what man calls crime

But no crime in a war

The next day I hear her calling again

Shall I try to establish contact?

For how long could I survive here on my own?

Am I even destined to be here?

And here is maybe all that exists

I can hear other machines again.

Apparatus

No-one will ever know, why you walked away, for it is a secret revealing nature

that tells this tale

Any form or shape, a motion or disguise, is bound to be an image

A template-view made to be seen

Inside-out this situation does not apply

There can be one, I will not be scared

Knowing of the inconsequent complexity, in my appearance, there can’t be none

World without end, life of fear

Worms and flies coming out of my body

Horrendous decay of the falsening light, for those who try to understand

A calamity encounter, god-speed propellore

Meet my other end, wait for a world war

Hide for a cancer

I will stay strong by renewal of visions, refreshed by the water

My pouring with rain, my echo of eternity

Symmetry seeking a young man, going with whimper

Sigh/growth/decay, all simultaneous actions

Sanity in thought and it’s patterns, a pure form of logic mixed with emotions,

this pro-life

Why do I, Earth, exist?

I contain so many forms, would I come out for real

A quick guide to self-preservation

Here the body is only a tool

Dial: R.E.D.E.M.P.T.I.O.N., master of my fate

I harbour no illusions, but I still stand tall

Forced navigation into fields of trust

Master of my fate, where will we meet in time?

Gone now, left without the outcry of a demonstration, preparation made,

the silence seeks solution

Can’t stand the caller, waiting for my soul

In my stomach I feel an infant growing

The small child inside of me represents life

Not capable of making any decisions at all

I wait and wait for her return

For those who do not know, the difference between polars:

Unconsciousness, my bless entwined

Positively, all negative soul

One fraction of time now represents one day

The earth’s turn, the moon and planet cycles

The proximity of a planet left for dead

Nature will win this war

Fierce energy-swallowing process

A peninsula with only one road

How to visit with a main entrance blocked

No procedure needed, nor does a formulae exist

Dark impersonation of enlightenment, due to self-preservation and control,

I still stand tall

Peacefully and harsh

Freedom is a lockdown

Blinded by the light, it crawls on the floor

My rhythm upset, seek for a safer harbour

I know you feel the same, Knowing what it’s like

Up here, high, solitude of stone

A pile is just for me, and even now, being made, I am nothing

A total birth of a self-pregnant mother

Perpetuating behaviour, my outside world, beyond the mirrors

Can you feel me?

'Cause this is not my Carbondioxide!

Conditions;

boundaries crossed, layers lost, to become one with earth

My tendency to be submerged with all

One gigantic and twisted entropy

This is our final distinction