Twistin’ Wind Chasin’ Vibration | [polished]

Mü§!© like the Sound when 
there're no bodies around 
to astound Time vibin' in 
Me, my Self, & whisperin' 
Keebler~∃lf trees planted 
on shelfs changin' places 
like mine Mime does faces 
in races as a criminal in 
chases, just in case this 
twistin' wind 1'm puttin' 
in my §pin really just is 
Justice's ways God's twin 
can win in a grin knowin' 
§ong§ aren't sin, but the 
Kid cheerin' even when it 
takes so long to begin to 
sound §iren's §weet siren 
around a round Blue World 
so the whole Rainbow will 
finally start 'mirin' the 
Honest Truth's New Genius 
when given golden t∞ls to 
fool a cruel Crimson King 
who - §till - thinks only 
who's felt inside Time is 
Me, unable to see glaring 
Blue Ring Eye of Infinity 
observing causality - nor 
Lucy's Holy Steel Trinity 
that promises Eternity at 
Heaven's Gates, only if 1 
can carry A11 this weight 
& wait just a bit to quit 
this river shit, and thus 
convince Metronome Judges 
to aquit my late Father's 
Rhyme from forgotten Time