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a new way of looking at... writings >> maxwell despard >> divine |
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Becoming one of the parts for which I am lost saving the grace, flying with no start fall far to the ground, it hurts to think how see all splayed out, my eyes blind to see Sever the ties, no mercy to be had serenading all, it can’t be that bad fairing well, I bid goodbye and mourn for yesterday ...falling...falling...falling... Seeing all, I want to know where it all began in the snow? in the rain? in the heat? As sweat drops build; a sign of my loss... ...visions I see of a man on a cross Safely said, to be tied is nice all falling to the ground, bruises need ice... ...to melt Stare at the roundness, to feel that, ...Divine... carnivores chasing, and drinking their wine Drink not of the mothers or the lovers now fallen from grace, the taste to be had is not worth the race ...contests and contests... Hang from it all by a thread, now tearing I feel now as if my heart is despairing over you, me, the fallen, the heat It all goes down before you start... to die, to die, to change it with a mere gesture elaborate on the fallen, the falling, the rising, the risen Stand by my side to die... to see... to feel... ...loving...falling...trying... Thinking on why we fall ... ...when...all...the...while... ...we...know...that...we... ...can stop... we can’t stop ourselves from killing ourselves to be the enlightened... to know the secret... ...Divine... |