Mix Meld Multiple Melanin
Stem Stir Singe Settle
Temper Treat Technique Tenure
Maintain Mortify Mostly Metal A slick new crystal comes in through the rain of Plastic
Reveal its properties its newness is not elastic
Clear to see yet hard to hold
Such beauties shan't be shammied by molds Yet through thick and thin each shard undergoes
Leaving a tremor or two, blazing and fading
Yet the jewel continues to hold, refuses to mold
Would you be that jewel holding still? Saying, "I'll stand strong and leave you residue.
Not like the others I'll stay clear and stay with you.
Keep me away from the rest because you know
What's more is against all odds, nay say surroundings stir
..." And the melting pot begins. Iterated words keep held for the times now are desired
For the times lingered and drawn test these so attributes
Another adage goes for time pressed our hearts seek
So many other aids, yet our minds cannot help but follow suit. As the grinder continues and enzymes kick in,
I watch as the crystals shatter and disintegrate in the grinder with the others.
It appears that the gems in the grind meld with the others
Lost in the mix, no definition of discrepancy in its end. But in heat and into mold, the particles lift and assimilate
Pulling together and reclaiming its parent form
The silver gem that was once favored is now returned
It's grasp upon form retains from the fervor from which it first came. More of these crystals poured in to the next salve yet crumbled with the cracks
Words can only mean as much as actions stick with them
With gaps of lies the structure fails and the foundation shatters
Be one with the mold and leave us for separation. Break away from the mold, Hold your form.
Gleam, too. It never hurts. And god damn it Stevo, don't fucking scare like that again. | 
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