A Long night to a pilgrim,
and a lonely eye,
a vision to a questioning mind,
Gods temple,
...
Strip me down,
to my essence,
right to my bones,
heart beating,
...
With all the knowledge I have learned,
I am framed by who I am,
a wheel that no longer turns,
frozen by my flesh,
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Turning my head as I leave the long line again,
a blockade surrounds us all around,
no bread, no milk, no eggs,
long gas lines, wits on the end,
...
Heal my soul and my scared arms,
from this storm damaged life,
torn apart right out of my guts,
spilling down my legs and onto the floor.
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Dark energies mass,
burnt out fision and gas,
solar storms and galixes spirle,
way would suns, in denile,
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I hear, I listen,
but I feel no one else is,
There are times people,
Are In there bubble lives,
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Squiggly V is the mask defender,
from the forces of the goddess,
of the desirers that tempest,
he is the crusader,
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When the door closed,
she was there waiting,
in the motel room,
I do not know how,
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On my death bed lay dying,
will I be remember,
to think of it as a life’s regret,
don’t forget that I held you,
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