Hairshirt awaits you;
Regrets and mistakes entwined,
Judgement awaits you.
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Hairshirt awaits you;
Regrets and mistakes entwined,
Judgement awaits you.
Judgement awaits you,
The Cherry Sovereigns preside,
Life, they ask, is it yours?
They ask, is it yours?
Of course they don't understand
The question they ask.
The question they ask
Echoes sadly in the minds
Behind blank faces.
Behind blank faces
A world of bacteria
Nesting in the brain
Nesting in the brain,
Lurking in patient vigil,
The malady grows.
The malady grows
Like sweat on the arching back,
Evening twilight
evening twilight
juxtaposes haste and rest
as we scurry home
As we scurry home
Mangos bring sweetness and light
To hunger, to might
To hunger, to.. might
we just lie in the fields
feed each other's mouths?
Feed each other's mouths,
As the nightingale sings songs
Tend each other's wounds.
Tend each other's wounds.
With the medicine of love
Healing where it can
Healing where it can;
How were we suppose to know
Souls are never cured?
Souls are never cured
Imagine a physician
Searching for a soul
Searching for a soul
In a land of apathy
Full of empty shells.
Full of empty shells
These cliffs upon which I stand
Stretch out forever
Stretch out forever
Every direction I turn
Nothing but the void.
Nothing but the void
Can comfort me now. Nothing.
Emptiness I crave.
emptiness, I crave
evrything and anything
now I want it all
Now, I want it all.
The hunger grows rapidly.
We all must obey.
We all must obey
Our innermost desires
Else suffer later
Else suffer later,
Myopia shrouds the truth:
The sun shall blind us
The sun shall blind us
Sentencing us to dark lives
Under a bright sky.
Under a bright sky
Sand makes graves, quartered moon will
Stretch across the sea
Stretch across the sea
Who will be helping us then?
Who will guide us through?
Who will guide us through
Fields of endless splendour
Clothed in golden earth?
Clothed in golden earth
my tea reflects sunlight on
walls made out of clay
Walls made out of clay
Compacted with old soldiers;
Their unwanted bones.
Their unwanted bones
Clear of sensation and sin;
Smell of cinnamon
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To be is not to be. (Upanishad)
Smell of cinnamon
olfactory fire sets
allergies ablaze
Allergies ablaze
Rapeseed fields of England
Suffocating me
Suffocating me;
Secretly, slowly severs
Me melancholy.
Me: melancholy
Echoes. Woe and poetry.
These themes that haunt me
These themes that haunt me
These distinct characters, irk
Is their middle name.
Is their middle name
Lesser than their first? Christian
Names...... whats in a name?
Names...... whats in a name?
Is identity comprised
of what they call you?
Of what they call you,
You call of what they call you
That what calls you they.
That what calls you they
exist neither here nor there
never anywhere....
Never anywhere
Exists here and there, but where
Thrives everywhere?
Thrives everywhere?
exit 'R', add 'E' and spin
now I've found the thieves!