Finish before starting departing the core

Neither defeat nor denial can value civil war

The scent of salt water two miles from shore

Smells exactly the same as the last time before

Glimmers of sapphire soft spots by the eye

Have colors twist and insist to love their lie

False answers to nothing the truths a bit dry

Quiz, question and quarrel what moral proves why?

The car on foggy roads needs two hands to steer

Disaster rolls faster, slowly switch gear

Of all rides to attend the end approaches near

Faint of the taint this small fraction of fear

Ink black and paper white intertwine in a mix

Laugh at two pounds of gooey bright bricks

Similarities with time among tocks and tics

Strange thing about time how or why it should fix