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Barely Even Offended Bring me to the hungry dust Drop me in the end of all Step upon my foolish trust Freeze the always spinning ball
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| Beast of Burdens Torn assunder little heart Blinking--missing information Living without life I am the contradiction Weeping--bored--distracted Ashamed--proud of pity Damaged and pristine I am the pain I feel
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Chosen Fate Reach toward a supernova Burn away in happy fire Listen to the hissing sound Of the fate you so admire
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| Vitally Unimportant Did you notice the beautiful today? Did you hear the whispers that it spoke? It told me a fairy tale. Did you notice the trembling in its voice? I think it knows I'm catching on. Did you notice that it tried not to laugh? It seemed to mock me. Did you notice that it had claws? They grabbed my arm but crumbled into dust. Did you hear it scream when my heart grew wise? Did you see it shrink when my strength swelled within? Did you see it fall when I would not? Did you feel it die when I began to live? Did you notice the beautiful today? It told me a fairy tale. I told it good-bye. |
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A Thousand Tales Steadily he follows cause fast upright against the gale
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| Mortal Pondering A name is chisled into a thousand-edged stone--a mammoth stone--a stone of grief. It calls out to me, "Where is the wheel to grind?" I answer, "Leave me be. The dust of bones is upon your tongue." I rehearse Fate's melody in my mind. It calls again, "When is the day of burning wings?" I answer, "Away! Be gone from me. You drink from the sea where eagles drown." Cold and vicious granite consolation staring up into the depth. It reaches out to steal away protected things. I fight and kick against the pull but feel the song tear into my chest. Weeping--wailing--I turn and run--then fall face down before the stone. Upon its face I spit and I assign it names of loathing. It calls to me once more, "How do the ashes fall?" I resign the struggle and acknowledge the revelation that has forced its way through my fortresses of denial. I bow my head and solemnley answer, "As snowflakes fall--gentle in their pale beauty--soft as rose petals on my lips." The name upon the stone smiles up at me and takes me in warm embrace. I sleep now--as an innocent child sleeps--in the shadow of a thousand-edged stone. |
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Discourse Between Life and Death On the brightest of days In the darkest of nights Where Love and Hate together dwell Conflict stirred--the silence spoke Of a near yet distant tale
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