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Psychonaut Under Will (Zamran Zomd Stimcul)
Have the old warnings been heeded
Did I hear the prophet bell toll
Pray now the garden is seeded
Thereby a rose shall unfold
What has been me is neither here nor there
The moments have arisen, vibrant, shimmering with sight
I hast all in the clear light
Yet the cross remains bare
?
Why am I here? I'd be better off over there. Why do I have this? I should have brought that. The dew of the heavens seep into my soul, yet my body perspires with fear. I tremble. The dis-ease of wanly comfort is my body's blight. My shadow flickers as the mind constructs Neschamic conceptions. Conceptions, be they ever true? The wheel of destiny spins in the murk of my ego, piercing, familiar thoughts spring from the friction. I do'nt want this. I do'nt want this. I do'nt want this. I do'nt want this. I do'nt want this. I do'nt want this. I do'nt want this. I do'nt want this. I cry for old. 333 faces glare at me through the wooden sea. Through the veil of sorrow I hear their howls: WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
And so I escape to a timid lair
To try and extract blood from the air
Stop. Lo. Behold. My eyes cannot deceive
Crimson lady of night, manifest thou be
Whore, you owe some time to me
Hold out thy cup, that I plea
Joy of dissolution, lets set us free
Pain is'nt aught, look, send a kundrie
Blood of the beast, rile and rank
Blood of the air, merciful and weak
Blood of the pineal, luminous and aglare
Blood of the child, deadly and emphatical
Blood of the moon, quiet and wild
All of this, for us to loom
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A swoon has fallen upon him. The ash that was the veil is left behind. Are the pyramids reality, it does'nt matter. All is all here. The dew of the heavens seep into his soul, yet his body perspires with joy. The selfishness of ease opens a glyph unto which to fall. But arise thy serpent! His love for Nu! The wheel of destiny spins in the vacuum of continuity. There is no wheel. There is no spin. Is is. He will stay, none shall sway. But to stay is to go, so saith the Empress and the Hierophant. Thus it perspires no more, and the babe bathes in the dew of eternity.
Ill is the will of a picky servant
Love all that unshackles, through joy and torment
Zamran Zomd Stimcul
Purpose over self, alway fulfill
Psychonaut under will
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Edited by lavod (05/13/07 12:56 AM)
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