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Post by laughter on Nov 5, 2017 20:23:23 GMT -5
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Post by maxdprophet on Nov 7, 2017 9:45:04 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 12:05:44 GMT -5
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Post by maxdprophet on Nov 9, 2017 10:15:38 GMT -5
I've seen Jesus play with flames
In a lake of fire that I was standing in
Met the devil in Seattle
And spent 9 months inside the lions den
Met Buddha yet another time
And he showed me a glowing light within
But I swear that God is there
Every time I glare in the eyes of my best friend
Says my son, "It's all been done
And someday you're gonna wake up old and gray
So go and try to have some fun
Showing warmth to everyone
You meet and greet and cheat along the way"
There's a gateway in our minds
That leads somewhere out there, far beyond this plane
Where reptile aliens made of light
Cut you open and pull out all your pain
Tell me how you make illegal
Something that we all make in our brain
Some say you might go crazy
But then again it might make you go sane
Every time I take a look
Inside that old and fabled book
I'm blinded and reminded of
The pain caused by some old man in the sky
Marijuana, LSD
Psilocybin, and DMT
They all changed the way I see
But love's the only thing that ever saved my life
So don't waste your mind on nursery rhymes
Or fairy tales of blood and wine
It's turtles all the way down the line
So to each their own 'til we go home
To other realms our souls must roam
To and through the myth that we all call space and time
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Post by laughter on Nov 9, 2017 20:31:27 GMT -5
But I swear that God is there Every time I glare in the eyes of my best friend thing's got a million and a half views
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2017 22:41:29 GMT -5
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Post by maxdprophet on Nov 27, 2017 11:09:53 GMT -5
pen&ink by Visoth Kakvei
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 9:22:24 GMT -5
Look into my eyes he tells her I'm gonna say goodbye he says yea Do not cry she begs of him goodbye yea All that day she thinks of his love yea
They whip him through the streets and alleys there The gormless and the baying crowd right there They can't get enough of that doomsday song They can't get enough of it all
Listen
Listen to the whores he tells her He fashions paper sculptures of them Then drags them to the river‘s bank in the cart Their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark And the priest stiff in hate now demanding fun begin Of his women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest
Here I am Not quite dying My body left to rot in a hollow tree Its branches throwing shadows On the gallows for me And the next day And the next And another day
Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest
First they give you everything that you want Then they take back everything that you have They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees They can work with satan while they dress like the saints They know god exists for the devil told them so They scream my name aloud down into the well below
Here I am Not quite dying My body left to rot in a hollow tree Its branches throwing shadows On the gallows for me And the next day And the next And another day
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2017 13:45:53 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2017 5:58:58 GMT -5
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