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    In the time of now   
south garden
we all think to be ourselve
            then like all the ones before
    for sure a thought 
awakens new dreams of hope
    or        not like a rope dangling    
        off the limb of an old oak
    fate finds fear in the heart
like rot or a fungus can start
   if weakness prevails.

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fire gnome
Is this what happens when we die?
all those sins just say goodbye
a baby speaks inside its cry
the blue disappears as we become the sky

no longer bound inside some flesh
the matrix of thought implodes at best
into some black hole singularity test
while washing away through epiphany zest

Does this happen when we expire
the soul flies out to chase desire
sits for a time in a corner up higher
the scoots off faster than electrons in wire

flashing into a light brighter than the sun
to some gate that's a separation from
here and there and where it all had begun
promising us good people eternal fun

Will we find this when we are dead
the worms start evolving from that bed
a blackness has encased all things we said
no thought is able to envelop our head

lying still inside the grave
waiting forever to never be saved
feeling nothing from terror to brave
the void reclaiming another slave

originally Msg: 3927 First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/8/2008 12:18:35 PM

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