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		<title>My Father, My Father... My Self...</title>
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			<p>So sorry for tricking Mr Knowledge</p>
<p>And the Devil</p>
<p>And Mr Life</p>
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<p>(Elijah)</p>
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<p>Here we go... to all redemption and Hell and besides<br />Who has been there? And fills it all?</p>
<p>It is no fun...<br /><br /><br />We did this trick from the beginning... we killed EVERYONE<br />and then ran again<br /><br />You want to know death &amp; Hell? Come with me<br />Take my plain hand, my brother<br /><br />Been there, it hurts so bad...&nbsp; done that...<br /><br />And we smile on the ages... and the future and the past<br />And kill it all<br /><br />Welcome to the fathomless Abyss<br /><br />Been there with the Last<br />Been there with the First<br /><br />Who does not believe?<br /><br /><br />Welcome to my world... we go through the Fire together<br /><br />I been there first...<br /><br /><br /><br /></p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 05:30:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>They Watch Every Move...</title>
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			<p>She told me...</p>
<p>Watches every move.</p>
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<p>Georgia Guidestones.</p>
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<p>So, you make an act.<br /><br />Oh, I am sorry, I have angels.<br />And they fooled you all.<br /><br />Righteous, wicked. I get confused.<br /><br />Did someone have some reason to brag.<br /><br /><br />My intelligence is better then yours.<br />But, now I have let my dad have the most<br />Because he loved the most<br /><br />Maybe now, I can go<br /><br />...</p>
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<p>Is that what everyone really wants?<br />See God, then die?<br /><br />The fire...</p>
<p>It kills you all.. best to ghost...<br /><br />Selfish to selfless; been there, done that<br />Oh, my dad, I love you so much<br />As my spokesman<br /><br />Protect me<br /><br />And... Protect Yourself...</p>
<p>We have jobs to do...<br /><br /><br /></p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 09:48:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>Really Don&#039;t Care</title>
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			<p>Really don't care how people judge me<br />They always have some opinion<br />Misconstruing everything<br /><br />they see themselves wrong in everything<br />and project that back<br /><br />You tell them "black", they see "white"</p>
<p>Because that is all some know<br /><br />All we can do is speak<br />Then defend against their arrows<br /><br />that just throws it back into their own souls<br /><br />Remember the car drive and the morturary<br /><br />And the day I said goodbye.<br /><br /></p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 16:47:00 +0100</pubDate>
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			<p>for dragging you with me<br /><br />I had some things I had to kill</p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 11:26:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>With You In Spirit</title>
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			<p>Your love has formed a psychic bond<br />You are with me in spirit, and I with you<br /><br />This was probably how I knew<br /><br />People are ugly, their hearts are unclean<br /><br />I guess once one learns to do it<br />Anything<br /><br />When you made your judgments, when you made your statements<br />I saw it all long before<br /><br />Even the pig swine joke<br /><br />You thought it up while I listened<br /><br />But our bond was formed long ago<br />and has nothing to do with father and son</p>
<p>What a great cover though, huh</p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 11:19:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>The Real Swine Flu</title>
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			<p>The real swine flu is coming<br />Portents of disaster<br />It is a disease from the breath of the Almighty<br /><br />Spiritual<br />Bursting open<br />Awakening<br />The Damned to their cases<br />The redeemed to their places<br /><br />Oh to you, witness of the Resurrection<br /><br />Stop me, please<br /><br />More wine. And rock music.<br /><br />I am Jonah with a hidden agenda<br />A grave secret<br /></p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 02:11:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>Draw In Close, I Will Whisper My Plan</title>
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			<p>Taking the blue bus<br />You are looking good, my friend<br />For such an old man<br />Just like I knew you would<br /><br />We have this thing about aging<br />The ones who live to a 100 will be called cursed<br /><br />Death in mere youth<br /><br />Talking to my prophet friends<br />They give me information, and I tell them<br />They believe me, and it is done<br />Look out!<br /><br />If only someone would stop this<br />If only they would repent<br /><br />But, because they do not, the wheel turns<br />Shredding grapes to wine<br />Bleeding<br /><br />Rivers of blood flow from the capitals<br />From the high lands, from the meadows<br />From the valleys, from the mountains<br /><br />The stars pouring out blood like water<br /><br />The dam<br />Bursts<br /><br />Drenching not for replenishing<br />But for destruction<br /><br />I swear to you by the rainbow sweetness<br /><br />We will save</p>
<p><br />But, some things you have to keep secret<br /><br />(Not like they can or will believe it)<br /><br />There are things far worse then "death"<br />The sting of which is sin<br /><br />There is destruction of the soul in Hell<br /><br />The Second Death<br /><br />The Wall of Fire<br /><br />Let us dance: Goodnight our sweet princes<br />Goodnight our wolfwomen<br />Goodnight merry stepsisters<br />Ugly<br />Witches<br /><br />Goodnight and burn in Hell<br /><br />Have to go, and listen to the prophets<br />Have to take this show on the road<br />The Forum of Christians<br /><br />Is it not sweet? You wear your disguise<br />While speaking in the third person<br /><br />And so do I<br /><br />How they got us wrong! All wrong!<br /><br />Brings us closer to God:<br />'I am so ugly, it is okay, because so are you' (Nirvana)<br />In their heads</p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 02:05:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>The Glorious Doomsday Clocks Strikes Twelve</title>
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			<p>the glorious clock finishes her circle<br />Breaking open the Door of the Glorious Sun<br /><br />Chests explode around the world<br />Monsters of the Day Awoken<br /><br />"Where is our feeding, what creatures have you brought us?"</p>
<p>They hide in holes and are living dead<br />The meat<br />The birds pick at their flesh<br />With eyes wide open<br /><br />Come, let us celebrate, over the teems <br />Of writing bodies<br />Let us toast and smoke, get drunk and dance<br />Celebrate the Advantage<br />Of proper planning<br /><br />And laugh, and laugh, and laugh<br /><br />Was it worth it, My Friend?<br /><br />The End? And all?<br /><br />You see the trails of events coalescing<br />Who else sees this path of the Rising Dawn?<br />From the depth of the Ocean<br /><br />Was it a hard, long, strange trip<br />The memories and lies, the Disguise<br />Molded<br /><br />No longer Moses<br /><br />Let us toast to who we were<br /><br />John the Baptist, in his childhood<br />Now, is rugged, straight, moves forward<br />A regular Behemoth<br /><br />The devil was a co-worker<br />I wondered, "Why would they put a snake in here with me"<br />Surely, my good friends would not!<br />But, I remembered: I did the same to Adam and Eve</p>
<p>COME ON!<br /><br />HAH HAH HAH HAH!<br /><br />Welcome to Death and Hell in my fist<br />Welcome to this new world<br /><br />As it crackles and cracks and obedience is lost<br />What distant cry did the Two hear that made them Swear?<br />What horror is it they spoke of?<br />What Nightmare did they see:<br /><br />One in the desert<br />One in the wilderness<br /><br />One with his head chopped off<br />One buried after 120 years<br /><br />And claimed to be God<br /><br />Oh what delight to see this story coming to a close<br />To see creatures new and free with wings of their own<br />What contentions, what spectacles, what disguise!<br /><br />David hidden as a politician<br />Abraham as a spy<br /><br />Moses as a rock and roll star who disappeared<br />Into the world he despised<br /><br />Who sees these clouds, who sees beyond them?<br />Samuel with his badge<br /><br />The Prophets and Apostles hidden in dreams<br />Of sleep<br /><br />Who died in sin, to be awoken, who did not sleep?<br /><br />Some hung on crosses<br /><br />Many torn by lions: armies and armies of the Living<br />Sleeping in Paradise, raised battalions<br />Oasis in Hell<br /><br />Climate Change: The Sun Will Get A Lot Hotter!<br /><br />Better believe it.<br /><br />Will burn their flesh for destroying the earth<br />While their false prophets fingers point at us<br /><br />The Bride has married herself to denizens of death<br />She is a whore, a wandering stray, teacher to prostitutes<br />With no shame<br /><br />Ripped apart and plundered, the truth awoken<br />The violence with the heart pulled asunder<br /><br />To those men who set to rouse the Leviathan<br />You of the Western State, which was visited<br />To you who helped set it up<br />And you who stayed<br />That Empire on the Beach<br /><br />Do you see it coming?<br /><br />I thank you<br /><br />But will not chase you<br /><br /></p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 01:19:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>Two Thousand Year Old Undercover Mission Done</title>
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			<p>Laughing all the way, now that it is done<br />Planned from time immemorial<br />I remember<br /><br />We met long ago, we discussed these matters<br />The plan was set in motion<br />From Ages before the Resurrection<br /><br />The Blind Servant had orders<br />Breathe underwater, from the Voice<br />Drowned as a child<br /><br />(You sang of this, but did not know)</p>
<p>A good disguise was given<br />Met you at the crossroads<br /><br />Saw you as you really are<br /><br />Continued my mission for decades<br />Was not given full facts, everything made Symbolic<br />Knew when points were passed<br />To open doors, and bring in attention<br /><br />They threw their hats off<br /><br />Details never mattered<br />Forward and onward, through the burning sands<br />Through the vast beasts of wind<br />Through the endless challenges<br />A war unseen, plowing through dust storms<br />Genies of the desert, creatures not sure who<br />They were attacking<br /><br />What is this strange creature who fights us off<br /><br />A portal of the Sun was seen through the ocean depths<br />A pathway in deep disguise, the full facts are hidden<br />The Scripture told what was necessary<br />So no one could understand<br /><br />The Sting of all Stings<br /><br />You removed, with Satan standing to accuse<br />And that is it<br /><br />Sometime later, travel back in time<br /><br />Under the layers of rock star madness<br />And counter-intelligence<br />Of Information Security and the Ancient Ones<br /><br />It all coalesced for the final finish<br /><br />What a beauty! What a symphony!<br />What praise my heart has for God Almighty!<br />Who heard my faithfulness, and rewarded me<br /><br />I Am Zechariah 3, You Are the Angel of the Lord<br />He is, the Devil<br /><br />My old ID turned in for new<br />The facts that were always whispered in my soul<br />Came screaming home<br /><br />Apologies for the Leaving<br />The explosion at the end: It was through a wall of fire<br />I walked<br />Like you would not believe<br /><br />Spitting out fish and water, pulling arrows from my side<br />The Monster was ugly<br />And could not bear to see his enemy<br />Any longer<br /><br />Do you want to know what it was like?<br />Being misjudged? Assumed? Taken for granted?<br />Going to the bottom of Hell to touch the fiery stones?<br />To tackle the depths and awake?<br />To have all sin removed?<br /><br />They will drink of this cup, and it will not be pretty<br />I did not shout out, I did not raise an alarm<br />But, the fires of Hell ripped about me<br />and the arrows of the enemies led their troops<br />Full force<br />Against my soul<br /><br />Now I am as a fiery iron, touch and be hurt<br />Now, this light blows open souls<br />Kill and let die<br />Walk with the innards out, with their brains exposed<br />All their secrets removed, so they have to know<br />What a humble spirit is<br /><br />We can rip off their fake garments with a word<br />We can set their hearts in our hands<br />So they see it beat<br />They are but mortals, who can stand the heat?<br />Who can walk now with such darkness blown apart?<br /><br />That is our power<br /><br />I do not ask my enemies to flee<br />No... come my enemies, come to me, come for I have prepared<br />A feast<br />I shall speak words which will make you think<br />Some gate is opened<br />For you to ruin and pillage<br />Come my enemies, do you not see?<br />We have people among your midst<br />Scattered through the globe<br />In Key and Exotic Places<br /><br />Draw your swords! Advance! Raise the chariots!<br />Contend!<br />Strike!<br />Accuse!<br />Jail!</p>
<p>Murder!<br /><br />Murder.<br /><br />You shall not again, it is Over<br /><br />Your conceit is a trap, your hungry, selfish hearts<br />Wake up! You have been raised up<br />You have been brought alive into the grave<br />The feasts did not end, to bring forth its' trap<br /><br />We did not consult you, we did not inform you<br />You did not know<br />But, your memories, your records<br />Are on the palm of my hands<br /><br />As you remember, you will come into your own<br />And discover the stuff your hearts are made of<br /><br />You are the Generation of Betrayal<br />You are the agents of Destruction<br />You are the Condemned<br /><br />Brought here for this Resurrection<br /><br />Do you remember now! Have you seen your great knowledge!<br />Have you awoken to the secret of your strength?<br />Are you aware of your own past history?<br /><br />We made you sleep and forget<br /><br />This horror is waiting for you, if you just draw near<br />Draw near, for striking sword's touch<br />Draw near, to have your eyes and tongues rot<br />To be blinded and speechless<br />To writhe in agony while the Saints look on<br /><br />Draw near!<br /><br />It is gold you want, it is in my hand<br /><br />Draw near!<br /><br />I will give you temptation you can not resist<br /><br />Draw near!<br /><br />This has been planned from old, you rebels of iniquity<br /><br />Draw near!<br /><br />Come and face your awakened memories<br /><br />The worm will not stop, the fire will not be halted<br />Your days now are coming, as our days were numbered<br /><br />You think you are mighty men, then have a sip<br />I promise you: if there is any redemption, any chance to save your souls<br />You will want to drink this cup of wrath full<br /><br />Maybe you will choose endless night instead<br />Maybe you will find yourself unable to believe<br />Or repent<br /><br />You were never Holy, your sins were against the Holy<br />You murdered us in great trains, you slaughtered us<br />You kept our heads down, pushing our faces into the mud<br /><br />Striking you is not striking One who is Holy<br />Striking them has been striking the Apple of God's eye<br /><br />So how much more horrible will your fate be?<br />What will be the Day of your Punishment?<br />It is awaking, it is coming, fast, I can see it<br />You can, too<br /><br />Wake in nightmares, sleep in horror<br />Take a rest in this bed of terror<br />Your lying tongues have caught you<br /><br />Your lives have already been lived<br /><br />You will shake in horror and scream night and day<br />You will have everything go wrong<br />And try and slip into caves<br /><br />You will beg for death and not find it<br />You will wish to run and find a wall<br />You will lie to heap up your sins, even while<br />You try to get your way out of this<br /><br />Speak a word of truth! A single one!<br />Do something which is good!<br />A single deed</p>
<p>You have thought yourselves Holy<br />So the world will know from your bad example<br /><br />Just what that word really means<br /><br />Your idols which you have punished us with<br />Your lies which you have accused us with<br />Will be blown out of your skulls<br />Your heart will beat and be exposed<br />Before everyone<br /><br />Come near, draw your swords, I beg you please<br />Do not make me find you<br /><br />Because I will<br /><br /></p>			<p>
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			<p>Oh God, my heart is heavy, but at peace<br />You have delivered me from death<br />From the depths of the grave<br /><br />I called out to you, and you answered<br />I hoped in you, and you saved me<br />You have rewarded me according to my faith<br /><br />I believed you and followed you<br />I knew this day was coming<br />It was impossible, but I did not give up hope<br />I was sorrounded by enemies, but you delivered me<br /><br />My friends despise me because of my many enemies</p>
<p>They turn the other way<br /><br />They stab me in the heart, I can not trust them<br />I was there for them<br /><br />God, please redeem me and give me a safe house<br />to stay<br />Keep me from people whose lips practice deceit<br />bring me to a soft people who will not seek my blood<br />Who will not send me to animals to be torn in two<br /><br /></p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 03:02:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>Furious</title>
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			<p>A Prophecy of Christ:</p>
<p>Furious at being cut off<br />Separated, dumped, thrown away<br /><br />I am ashamed of my so-called "friends"</p>
<p>All of them, altogether<br /><br />None offers comforting words<br />None sides with people over organizations<br /><br />How can I reconcile this with good people?<br />How can I ever hope for anything here?</p>
<p>It is altogether detestable to me<br /><br />The wicked trust in institutions<br />Careful of what they say, because they know they can be trapped<br />Dark clouds of condemnation rise on their heads<br /><br />But, where are the wise to stand against them?<br />Who trusts in God to destroy their plans?</p>
<p>I am altogether disgusted<br /><br />Who has tied them down, who has enslaved them<br />That they can not lift themselves up?</p>
<p>Surely, for this, the whole world is facing gaping destruction<br />Surely, because of this, the world will fall from its' axis<br /><br />Where have the leaders gone? Why are they constrained?<br />Where is the faith to take it back?<br /><br />Altogether they stand up as accusers, trying to keep their evil<br />And avoid the Day<br />And with them the little children who sing with them songs of lies<br />Themselves bought by Christ<br /><br />Together, they are all thrown into the fire<br /><br />It is appalling<br /><br />These are the ones who stood against Christ<br />Saying, "If we kill him, we win"<br /><br />And so they have done to every Christian<br /><br />When is it people finally stand up?</p>
<p>But, they will not, so the Lord puts on garments of Vengeance<br />He, Alone, works out vengeance against them all<br />Destroying that which they trusted in<br />Throwing into the fire friend and foe alike<br /><br />Only a remnant will escape<br />And none crowd to that mantle<br /><br />So, God, the Lord God of Heaven and Earth<br />Will force them<br /><br /></p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 00:49:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>Silence</title>
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			<p>What was screams, is now silence<br />What was constant contention<br />Is now a blissful river<br /><br />Young, survived drowning<br />Breathed Underwater<br />Foot slipped, Scroll Written<br /><br />Was told: "listen to the wind"<br />And, "you can walk underwater"<br /><br />The music said, "Underwater to the end"<br />Too<br /><br />Never questioned, never wondered why<br />Was locked by God in a disguise<br />With the light of the distant sun, a porthole<br />pointing home<br /><br />It was the guise of Drawn<br />Locked in partial truth<br /><br />When it came: everything made sense<br />In a rush, identity of dad, then Father<br />What a ruse<br /><br />How did I plunge the depths<br />And to travel back in time<br />In a disguise... "disguise"</p>
<p>To meet the friends I know now so well<br /><br />How sad and sweet<br /><br />Beyond Time<br /><br />I always knew... everytime I said "true"</p>
<p>I always knew... everytime the music played<br />A thousand artists<br />Telling a story, they knew not where from<br /><br />Truth is: it is impossible for me to go astray<br />from who I am<br /><br />This is the grave<br /><br />I know how they and you have all judged me<br />Because I heard it in my heart<br />Separating the voices like a knife<br />One, by one<br />Until they all drop off<br /><br />the Good Day is coming fast<br />Don't know how or when<br />Coming with the seven winds<br />Horror<br />Dread<br /><br />Encased in sin<br /><br />Caked on... their thoughts<br />The soil of the earth<br />I can forgive<br />Because I know... who made them<br /><br />In time, this faith, will seize everything<br />And anyone<br />In time<br /><br />Echoing to the beginning<br />Echoing to the end<br /><br />Freedom<br /><br />I need my friends<br />Or all is lost<br /><br />To do their jobs<br /><br /></p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 07:58:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>40/70 Years</title>
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			<p>forty years of wandering<br />seventy years of captivity<br /><br />what was the bottom of the ocean like?<br />Constant battle, night and day<br />A cup which no man should ever drink<br />I fear for those who have just a taste<br /><br />I hate this lie, this facade of skin<br />This world, as it shakes apart<br />Earthquake splitting into two<br />the population altogether<br /><br />The wicked were brought forth into the grave<br />their punishment not yet upon them<br />The blessed, some lived paradise</p>
<p>Some came into mourning</p>
<p>The Sun sank deep into the sea<br />The Night brought dream<br /><br />Cold, winter air<br /><br />Cursed are the ones who live but to one hundred<br />Youthful at that<br /><br />every day I sought the Lord, every night<br />Blind are those who think they see<br />With hate<br /><br />And envy<br /><br />Mere appearances go beyond the face<br />Into words and deeds</p>
<p>Man does not understand<br /><br />These clouds of their blindness are sleek and dark<br />Miles high, they were not consulted<br />For the price paid<br /><br />This brief moment was just a wind<br />Here and gone<br />In the precipice of eternity<br />An introduction, a final bending, the last setup<br />the final feast for the stomach of pigs<br /><br />before they line up and walk into their slaughter<br />their joy is an illusion, they awake and it is gone<br /><br /></p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 06:31:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>Ode to Cockroaches and Nightmares</title>
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			<p>Your unconscious carved sins<br />lay in my hand<br /><br />I laugh, knowing your deepest dread<br />You don't even know<br />this is Hell<br /><br />Opening up for you<br /><br />Traitors, murderers, liars<br />Servants of the Treason<br /><br />You thought you would get away with it<br />And you see it coming</p>
<p>Plug the dike with your fingers<br />Run and protect your children<br /><br />Sleep, rest well, because your conscience<br />is so clear<br /><br />I laugh and laugh and laugh<br /><br />As for friends, where are they? <br />This world so permament and institutions so<br />Real?<br /><br />That is what they trusted in<br /><br />It all disgusts me, I am appalled<br /><br />Thieves: Your glory is a theft for which<br />You give no credit<br />I was ready to tell all -- you are no poet<br />But a Prophet<br /><br />But, now... I am just... disgusted<br />By all of you: the best and the worst</p>
<p>So, I will leave you to your delusions<br />And love of this finite escape<br />Do something new<br /><br />I have my friends, they are loyal</p>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 18:24:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>Not Plotting Global Domination</title>
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			<p>What a distasteful idea!<br />I think the world is really just a farm<br /><br />For children of God<br />to know the Eternal Love<br /><br />I don't have to plot global domination<br />I am tactical and have some form of amnesia<br /><br />We are not aware of our hearts beating<br />But God is</p>
<p>Love always really dominated the world<br /><br /></p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 09:04:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>Invisible</title>
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			<p>Did it ever occur to you, in the world of the deaf and blind</p>
<p>that the one who sees is invisible<br /><br />Free</p>
<p>to do Anything</p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 07:13:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>Party Is Over</title>
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			<p>Marred beyond all human appearance<br />So sick of their lies<br /><br />Everything will change<br />for the better<br /><br />Life without the stone uniforms<br />for "swimming"<br /><br />You foul creatures with amnesia<br />Condemning us, not aware you already<br />died and are going to Hell<br /><br />Have a smoke with me<br />A drink<br /><br />I am Love; and Jealousy<br />Fire<br /><br />Death? No.<br /><br />That is my black dog</p>
<p>"Hello Mr Sinister, welcome to the jaws of<br />this landscape"</p>
<p><br />Prepare to have your mind diverted<br />and open up<br />into the maw of the converted<br /><br />Where your parties are forgotten<br />it has been an easy ride<br />filled with rotten<br /><br />Now we lead you to this door, right over here<br />With your pudgy bellies full of wedding cake<br />and funerals<br />and your silenced cackling laughter<br /><br />Your hand splits open<br />Your belly breaks<br />you strive to escape<br /><br />The ground is slipping, the sun is getting hotter<br />why can't you give up?<br />Here's a rope<br />You don't hang<br /><br />You make your own bed<br />I have no part of it<br /><br /></p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 04:40:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>Black Dope</title>
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			<p>You work your lost legend, correcting their vision<br />I mine<br /><br />It is so bizarre</p>
<p>Comforting, not to be so alone<br /><br />Now you are free, alive<br />Forgive me<br /><br />You are as me<br /><br /></p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 04:31:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>Sadness</title>
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			<p>they look and play, Pan frozen, apart from Paradise<br />old children, hands of rot<br /><br />Roles and Rules<br />Chunks of flesh traded for silver<br /><br />Shiny<br /><br />Get a knife, cut open your chest<br />Stick it in<br /><br />Does it change anything<br /><br />they grasp the parallel light<br />and build for it monuments to divert<br /><br />It is a flickering star in hand<br />full of wonder, twinkle in the eye<br />sparkle of heart<br /><br />but because it is not theirs<br />they trade it for silver<br />to try and stick in their heart<br /><br />Nobody asks, "Why do I not feel better?"</p>
<p>Nobody asks, "Why do I trade one pleasure for another, sorrow<br />is added, and everything always stays the same?"<br /><br />they traded away the Only Thing That Matters<br /><br /></p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 04:22:00 +0100</pubDate>
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		<title>War to String Instruments</title>
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			<p>blast of breath<br />strangled winds<br /><br />she sleeps with sword in hand<br />caked blood on her sweet cheek<br /><br />She is my angel princess<br />of the wood<br />Warrior, Prophetess<br />There is none like her<br /><br />She died for her friends<br /><br />I hate you all<br /></p>			<p>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 04:21:00 +0100</pubDate>
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