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In Selflessness, we lament
our greatest fear
is the very same selfless sacrifice
we worship and hold dear
Its incense
Has drifted so long and far
...lost in the essence of forgotten souls
Pyramids of minds building blocks of prayers
Lost somewhere in between forever
and the endless passages of time
a whirlwind of once original ideas
which overflowed the cup of our universal imaginations
to be so vital instilled within our combined will
the god spell which survives within us still,
a half step beyond our means to quell the desire
in shapeless form, an inner fire burning
which resides within our skins
as if in answer to a living dream
in questions of irrelevance posed within our being,
perhaps since the dawning hours of antiquity,
taken a step back to our roots
a hidden truth... declined, our long lost inner voice
we'd left so far behind our fears, by choice perhaps?
factors we'd buried so that no one else might find
evidence of the crime, or was it treasure...
...or the forbidden pleasure we'd refined
the very same one they'd said...
can't take it with you, when you're gone
its been buried beneathe oceans of memories
with layers of the tides of forgotten tears
beyond the naysayers angered denials,
said it was never meant to be...
starting, perhaps as just a dream,
defined, by a denial of the norm
to completely sidestep the common logic of the day
delivered as if by magic,
sparks of particles, we'd never thought
to be existent in reality
...in an obscure combination of events,
delivered in such a way
to create its own aura of suspence,
so intense, as we look further into its depth
it does not appear at first glance
able to stand up to closer scruitiny,
all the while with subtlety it's crept,
beyond recognition shadow boxing
beneath our conscious minds
unknowingly inclined to rise
to a point just below the surface...
of our favorite prayers, undeclared wars
lost in the phrases of our favorite songs,
yet written, unspoken, in the text
to slip inside within our sleeping minds
so little noticed, to seep
from one phase to the next
in ambiguity, without objection
with ingenuity... if not outright deception
to escape detection by reversing it's polarity
by masking the equation, by a means sublime
the methodology lost in the process
by reverse psychology as the truth
gets obscured by means of subterfuge
so intense... it makes little sense
when taken out of context
swept into the corner, so little used
it's almost forgotten,
being squared, then cubed...
not meaning to be rude
but it's been so often maligned
and ever so often, done
its damage has been unassigned
couldn't tell the most fervent mentor
from the most grevious offender
being just as badly misconstrued
i mean no harm, but dude
...what planet have you been surfing on
your moon tan tattoo seems to have gotten the best of you
your forgotten sun has slipped so far beyond the pale
so many times the quest we've tried and failed to answer
so with finness we decline to acknowledge
our greatest weakness, is our greatest strength
the sandman has covered the grim reapers tracks
perhaps thats the way it should be done
but then again, what sin is there
to tell the truth about the lions tale
in recognition of the awareness
of what's intrinsic fact
none the less that its self evident
in overtones of the trails of bleached bones
leading to our lair... to victimize ourselves
while failing to declare our lack of objectivity
proclaiming innocence... and with such flair
the stories told of stolen legacies
and misappropriated gold...
what now we share
but how can we now or ever
be content... knowing
of our sins
lest we forgive those
who've taken our best and brightest souls
the cost of our innocence
if Jesus came to save our souls
...Let us now, repent
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