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The Road To Damascus
I join my fellow travellers On the road to Damascus The guilty the ignorant the egotists With our ashen faces And threadbare skin Confined and self absorbed We walked mostly in silence But some dare to speak of destiny of been no other way We can see Damascus in the distance Beyond the mist perched upon the hills But the road is long and many fall by it's side And nobody weeps for the defeated Their bodies picked cleaned by eternal hungry vultures Who turn honest men Into money making machines Oh they had me for while Got me chasing television dreams Driven demented by the fallacy Of a corrupt and plastic reality Yet Damascus always waited So I take perilous steps Towards that beacon of light Hoping like my fellow travellers To be anointed in it's enlightenment Washed in its salvation and forgiven by it's redemption So I tie the laces of my tattered shoes and swallow the last of my pride And follow the road That can have no end.
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