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it's a 'book of job' kinda day.

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ebb the flow of secrets and secretions into a tide of thoughts true[FALSE]
mood swinging on the porch like a bygone era, an air of mystery and wonder[CONTEMPT]
hemispheres afront to a new god, one who will supplant with graciousness[LOATHING]
such is the reality of the author, baptised in the word[METAPHOR]

if ever anyone should wander along, show them the manuscript of faith[FEAR]
only with newfound knowledge can one assert their own self-worth[LESSNESS]
and only now, half done, can one start to hear the whispers[whispers]
such is the eternal journey of human discovery[]

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Eternal life is now on my trail
Got my red glitter coffin, man, just need one last nail
While all these ugly gentlemen play out their foolish games
There's a flaming red horizon that screams our names



his note at 2:36 still brings me to tears.
and of course, the iconic finale note at 4:26.

There's no time for hatred, only questions
What is love, where is happiness, what is life, where is peace?
When will I find the strength to bring me release?

simply the best.

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“When I die / Give what’s left of me away
To children / And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry, / Cry for your brother / Walking the street beside you
And when you need me, / Put your arms / Around anyone
And give to them / What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.

Look for me / In the people I’ve known
Or loved, / And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live in your eyes
And not on your mind.

You can love me most / By letting / Hands touch hands
By letting / Bodies touch bodies
And by letting go / Of children / That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die, / People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love, / Give me away”