AND TIME SOUNDS WITH TRINKETS
WHILE I WAIT TO SEE THE SHROOM IN THE CLOUD

WHILE I EAT THE MANA OF THE EARTH
AND STEAL THE UNBORN ABOUT TO BE SCORCHED

IVE NEVER TAKEN MORE THAN ONCE
IN THIS I FIND MY REDEMPTION

AND HOPE THAT A LONELY GOD WILL FIND A FORGIVEN MOMENT
SO THAT I CAN GO IN MY TRANCE AND FIND A SOURCE TO DRINK THE BITTER TRUTH

I AM THE LONELY WIND THAT NO ONE FEARS
PASSING BY ABOVE THE GRASS

I SIT AND WAIT TO SEE THAT I AM ONLY FAKE
AND ONLY A CRUCIFIXION WILL WAKE THOSE who LOVE

HOPE IS THE SOURCE THAT WILL KEEP ME ABOVE MY DEATH
NO ONE WILL NOTICE
OR MISS

FOR IN MY BLOOD I WAS BORN
WITH A SELF DEFEATING CODE

THIS I KNOW

I AM THE BASTER from A GOD
A GOD WHOSE HOPE Is UNKNOWN



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Comment by Crystal Eley on March 31, 2010 at 7:20pm
Powerful words arranged.

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