breadcrumbs
passionfruit
little bird
drowning
rainbow
lost in you
clean
be
blue blood
mangled
a wreath
perhaps...
is
somebody keeping score?
fading
drunk
my
awakening
the
eye of the beholder
of
blood and water (song of the twice born)
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i devoted my life to God - for a little while anyway - and he didn't
make it so hard for me. i surrendered to him, bowed down to the
ground to kiss his feet and the Earth he gave us for sustenance. i
sang his names even in my sleep - they rolled off my tongue like honey
and left my lips and words tasting so sweet. and though i couldn't see him, hear him, or touch him, he became my
lover, friend, father and son. he made me leave this world and all its emptiness, and he beckoned me,
but made it harder and harder for me to reach him. so i abandoned Him for a simpler life, and he sent you along to show me
how hard it is to love someone in this world.
sweet angel, you were given no wings to fly. you never made it to where
you were going, your voice was needed elsewhere. sweet angel, they gave
you a guitar. they gave you some hell to pay so
you'd have something to say. they gave you some brief instructions...
kiss the Devil if you must, but
keep him away from those who are weak and in need of protection. sweet
angel they used you because you were strong, but i have heard your
song, and i know they couldn't have been more wrong. sweet angel i love
you. how could that be bad when i have tasted love
for God?
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