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Pilgrimage

If I reach too high in the drifting, dusky sky, I'd cry a river...raindrops collide rapidly from bitter clouds and miserable, blue sky If I reach too high in the drifting, dusky sky, I'd call and He'll answer my supplications in no time... My heart is entangled with lies and distress I'm still waiting...x2 for God's answer...and I keep doubting... That I'll never be made complete In His image... But ill in my carnal-minded nature If I reach too high in the drifting, dusky sky, I'd give in to pilgrimage...and sheer wreckage I'm forever...Waiting... Forever... Wailing... Forever...sailing... In the wild, endless, triumphant sea... whirling and spinning And I'm drowning and my opposing team is winning With escalating, exquisite ecstasy... Forever brewing powerful waves Of odd, gracious obscurity... Forever... Weeping... Forever... Singing... FOREVER... SINGEING BURNING Dreading for my future Dreading my end...everything's a B L U R R RR RRR RRRR Forever... Peeling... Forever... reaping... Forever... Failing... Forever... Dreaming... Forever ... debating... Forever F a d i n g . . . And He takes FOREVER Fixing... My heart my heart Rips apart... My heart Is riding on The death cart... Take heart! Take heart! Fear thee not, dear beloved You'll never be forgotten or dead In my memory... My heart has shattered into valueless shards And I'm shipped away To a new world... Like a pilgrim... Arriving in America...but I wasn't like him But I still have brought on a whim To be like him... But my lights Are starting to slowly, but surely... Dim. . . The ship rocks In the middle of the sea And I lose balance...that sucks Now that would look funny If someone flashed a photo of it Take a picture of me tripping It would last longer Or forever!

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