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We awake amidst our dreams To find there is only dreaming. The Earth capers on wave crests Of nothingness. Dragged along On nothing’s continuing Quest.
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Verily, When nothing seeks Nothing it finds nothing but Itself. Our dreams, exhaling buoyancy Into Gaia. Our blood, the wine of the Devil. Gaia feeds us perpetually.
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Isn’t it Beautiful? Our faith guides us through the Void of space Immortal. The elixir of life constrains us. Nothingness watches mortal Mistakes refashioned. It watches, Sadly, As we die. Our spirit absorbed unto Gaia, Where we return, brandishing Our memories as a Divine light.
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Isn’t it Beautiful? We live not in harmony. The Intergalactic bombardment of Lonely planets is but a distant Reflection of a tomorrow torn By thundering clouds.
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Our soul’s spirit binds us. The universe ages, learning From past mistakes. Our bodies age, evolve and Adapt to the new. Yet, we do not learn from our Mistakes. Chernobyl an ephemeral Whisper amongst Undying clouds.
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Isn’t it Beautiful? We tremble within, Afraid of Thought. Our lives suspended in an ocean Filled with the mystifying essence of
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Ethereal pertinacity. The stars cry heavenly tears, Permanently smearing the black Canvas of God’s masterpiece.
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Isn’t it Beautiful? Life and death Fondle playfully. Love peeks out from behind a star, Smiling, “Oh, did I miss something?”
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Gaia, wrapped in sickles, screams Silently. To give Unconditionally its body, which We give only to those who Sleep in our hearts. To protect Unconditionally other bodies, which We gratefully do only to those who Live within Our hearts. Unconditional love Marred by Intolerable cruelty.
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Now, its spirit drained. Its memories Painful. Whispers of unity flooded by shouts Of security. An echo from a distant place. Isn’t it Beautiful? Times’ vice tightens. A sigh escapes from Gaia, Asphyxiation or Relief? The stream of stars lighting the Abyss, melt into the Final morning. The glow encompasses us. The rays of love free us. Gaia is the fuel for a greater Fire. We are the undoer.
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Isn’t it Beautiful?
I breathe A dream. I free A dream, Where I rest against your
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Celestial chest and hear No conflict, but a musical Heart. Its melody exceeds containment By any thought, belief or identity. Its lyrics are this very life. Its singing, our dying. If we could walk Hand in Hand While the world Seeps through the poison Into Nothingness…
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Verily, When nothing seeks Nothing it finds nothing but Itself. Our dreams, exhaling buoyancy Into Gaia. Our blood, the wine of the Devil. Gaia feeds us perpetually.
10
Isn’t it Beautiful? Our faith guides us through the Void of space Immortal. The elixir of life constrains us. Nothingness watches mortal Mistakes refashioned. It watches, Sadly, As we die. Our spirit absorbed unto Gaia, Where we return, brandishing Our memories as a Divine light.
15
20
25
Isn’t it Beautiful? We live not in harmony. The Intergalactic bombardment of Lonely planets is but a distant Reflection of a tomorrow torn By thundering clouds.
30
Our soul’s spirit binds us. The universe ages, learning From past mistakes. Our bodies age, evolve and Adapt to the new. Yet, we do not learn from our Mistakes. Chernobyl an ephemeral Whisper amongst Undying clouds.
35
40
Isn’t it Beautiful? We tremble within, Afraid of Thought. Our lives suspended in an ocean Filled with the mystifying essence of
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Ethereal pertinacity. The stars cry heavenly tears, Permanently smearing the black Canvas of God’s masterpiece.
50
Isn’t it Beautiful? Life and death Fondle playfully. Love peeks out from behind a star, Smiling, “Oh, did I miss something?”
55
Gaia, wrapped in sickles, screams Silently. To give Unconditionally its body, which We give only to those who Sleep in our hearts. To protect Unconditionally other bodies, which We gratefully do only to those who Live within Our hearts. Unconditional love Marred by Intolerable cruelty.
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65
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Now, its spirit drained. Its memories Painful. Whispers of unity flooded by shouts Of security. An echo from a distant place. Isn’t it Beautiful? Times’ vice tightens. A sigh escapes from Gaia, Asphyxiation or Relief? The stream of stars lighting the Abyss, melt into the Final morning. The glow encompasses us. The rays of love free us. Gaia is the fuel for a greater Fire. We are the undoer.
75
80
85
Isn’t it Beautiful?
I breathe A dream. I free A dream, Where I rest against your
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Celestial chest and hear No conflict, but a musical Heart. Its melody exceeds containment By any thought, belief or identity. Its lyrics are this very life. Its singing, our dying. If we could walk Hand in Hand While the world Seeps through the poison Into Nothingness…
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