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Oh Sweet Gertrude
Get thee far away from me
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Fallen Angel from the heavens above
Made of glory and all of love
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I thought I was a survivor
But I let them take it all
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So there I was trapped in an elevator, with a pregnant monkey named Patrice, a drunken Priest and a sailor named Betty, with the radio playing Frank Sinatra tunes...
The Monkey's pregnant, she's a fierce looking beas
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Given in life a beautiful exception
An angel child of immaculate conception
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I am a mirror for your pain
If you are wise don't look again
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These are the remains of the day
She died a death at the hands of night
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To make me dream a dream so brief
To blow me out thy candle theif
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It's getting cold in my world
It's getting dark in my world
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In land of future
Man rides horseless carriage
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Bee flew round campsite
Human beings all cold
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Are deaf to sound of nightingale
Are blind to presence of deity
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When you reach the end
Say hello for me
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Looking out over a landscape bleak
Tis tranquility and peace I seek
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Lips of fire upon my soul
That gently awoke the sleeping beauty
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With my magic wand I watched my magic box
As it showed me images from the past
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Imagine reality, wrapped up in a ball
These people are mindless nothingness
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Touched by the love of an Angel
Brought back from darkness, from a cold empty night
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There's daemons in the lights, Eli
They're watching me through the mirrors
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There are no words to express
The feelings here inside
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The temple candles lit up the place
In a soft gentle and calming light
by XxGoldenxXDawnxX
24 lines, 5 comments,
on Nov 4 10:40 AM 2007. In Angst, Contemporary, Contest, Hope, Life, Other, Pain, Sad, Spiritual, Thoughts
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Silence was an architect of beauty
Her eyes beheld wonders never seen
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Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall
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What pains to add to one's feeble existence
The eyes of the cosmic fixed focussed upon one's soul
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Treading the unsubstatial way
Steps to heaven lead her unto you
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Hatred is negative in the extreme
And I do not wish your end
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Many times I ask why this happened
Years of torment I have forced
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Far away you worked in silence
Your mind focussed and deep in magic
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Keeping the balance of mother nature
Justice and harmony of the self
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Here I am, a ghost of life
Cursed painfully on Earths beaten door
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The sweetest thing that e'er can be felt
That makes one's heart begin to melt
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She wept a weary tune for life
The times she fought and cried
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I will give love
I will receive love
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It crept into my world unseen, its vile tentacles clawing at my mind
Shutting down every last part of my current awareness thus;
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