Subj: long is the text
Date: Wednesday, January 2001 (01:21:38)
From: big cheif bromden
dear death.
unto the breathes that comewith the passing of the day
didn't go to school.for i was expelled.
didn't go to college.for i already failed.
didn't get a job
for i was already sold.
my life is a battle against the institutions
that at the expense of my innocence demand their restitution
the families my sins make suffer
i hope to bring some resolution
so dear death.
i would ask for an hour more.
i would ask someone to see things through my prison door.
and have mercy on me.
but gone is existence with all it's surplus energy
gone is the essence of my minds tranquility
gone is the semblance of sympathy
into the darkness
into the place of black holes
where are imprisoned all the used up souls
so cancel my subscription
life has no more edens, i demand an eviction
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and now the opposite
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inspired by the powers of the oceans
together
with arms wide open
we walk into the dusk of an unadorned goodnight.
quench our thirst with each others tears
and into the endless light of a beautiful forest
full of glowing leaves we take flight
swiftly and smoothly we are caught in the arms of a windless breeze
that shimmers across the chords and makes us believe
for a second
for the minutest moment
there are no demented torments
and no anchors keep us grounded
and closer than ever before we sit
with eyes closed yet a million images of magical creation
i am ungiven
i am forgiven
i am an instrument
of your heaven
across a silent sea
slides the silver light
as waves decease,
and all tir tiny pieces
flutter across our blue brilliant light
you are perfect
a miracle of grace
nothing outshines your face
your are an everyone
to this desperate man, a martyr of hs own conflict
you are the sun
to this thirsting derelict
descending we entwine
once again
blood turns to wine
this union will never end
i am given
i am unforgiven
i can see when you hold me
into the holiness of heaven.
walking there
there are no enclaves
to be ensnared by dispair.
there is only our touch
only this is true
all the universe was but a slave
at the feet of you.
inside the place where i cannot return
sits a fire which parts of my old self help burn
it shines and reflects the image of you.
it is the light of the vast oceans that turns to fire
it is the waters that burn
