

2If you look inside your self Into that deep abyss You will find commanding pangs Of god’s stark truthfulness2
The vessels, through which all this flows, The eye, and ear, and skin, They are the passages to god, A god you house within.
The god today I speak about, His name is you and me We are the prince and king and queen The ruler thus is thee


4I sit in my chair On the front porch The sun shines down Warming my face And legs But My skin gets cold Goosebumps As air rushes over my skin In a gust of wind I am relaxed Stephen king in my hands The words rendered meaningless By the thoughts inside my head A plain flies by Cutting the wind filled silence I button up the last top buttons Of my shirt And head inside It’s far too cold right now Or windy at least4


3The fragrant spring air Scents of melting Thawing Life returning from a long cold holiday3
The sun illuminates the earth All is bright and vibrant Reds are red, Greens are green And the streams are flowing
The fresh mud holds my feet down At the moist edge of a stream The forest is ablaze with new life A kingdom of infants


A Portrait of a Modern PeopleIn the deep sordid belly, Of the forest in the night. The cries of beasts ascend above the canopy. our lone hero stands trembling, In the fractured spotty light, Filtered through a blanket of leaves, He shoutsA Portrait of a Modern People
“You all waste your lives, scrounging down in the dirt, brainless and stupid, assimilated beyond recognition, never becoming more than the creator of the seed from which you came. That which breathed life into you! Transcend beyond your shady existence Drunk of the rotting fruit on the forest floor!”
And the wretches and beast s
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Oh, let's go back to the start...
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Oh, let's go back to the start...
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I've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar, I've never made a bet, but we gamble with desire, I've never lit a match with intent to start a fire, but recently the flames are getting out of control...
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princess of darkness! grr
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