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Barfday Present. (Replace F With D - Optional)
6 December 2006 03:20 Barfday present. (replace f with d - optional) Tis possible, to find, a decent proof of any reason, And follow the road of ones own thoughts, to all, and every, Conclusion As I am God, and so are you, in immortal action, in all things, The sentence of, eternal life on us, doth bring, each, and every factor To-life If I trust me, to really see, the layered multi, in all the next-steps Or to trust the essence, of the liberty,-of-intention, then I, might, be, Free In the damage, that is caused, in all the things, I ever made, the will of God, Flows out in time, and offers the choice of resurrection The slowly-softly, the tender-sweet, the frozen-silence, the rabid-moon-beam That is of us, that is this life, that is, this land, in all its strife, is whole, and full And none-gendered To open my heart again to you, the all of you - the all of m e… and seize upon The pen, this sword, and stretch you out upon my rack, and then to ask us both In turn, to rise above the awefull pain of my incomprehandable ideas, seems So meaningless The nothing of a world alone, standing-falling, climbing-stone, is so empty That I find, this voice, astounding, pounding, it wants to get out…. So lover, Let me say this plain… I am brushing aside the wounds that you, made, in promoting me, to tell a story Tell a soul, a piece of heart, that one can never break, for I rose above the bruises. This time…. And tomorrow, I am here again… able, stable, willing, and doing the best I can To rise above the pain agen. Here I am Standing Ready to walk?
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