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I don't want to see where I'm going
I only want to know where I'm headed.
Lightning made me/Made a fire
World to conquer/Must go higher
Love a burden/Bring me down?
Even a flash/Must hit ground

For as justice, justice be done. . .
I am the father, I am the son.

Thunder rains after/The lightning sound
Lightning a flash/Must hit ground
World to conquer/I go higher
Made from lightning/Made of fire

For as justice, justice be done. . .
I am the father, I am the son.

Lightning made me/Made a fire
World to conquer/Must go higher
Love a burden/Bring me down?
Even a flash/Must hit ground

For as justice, justice be done. . .
I am the father, I am the son.

Thunder rains after/The lightning sound
Lightning a flash/Must hit ground
World to conquer/I go higher
Made from lightning/Made of fire

For as justice, justice be done. . .
I am the father, I am the son.
. . .on a pond
floating here,
gliding there . . .
not really water,
nor, is it completely air,
just a substance inbetween us all.
What is the point of endless economic crashes when you print money by typing on a keyboard? If capitalism can only exist as formula tweaked and altered to ripen gains and losses then it is a fraud.
The Heavens are an imagination,
as the depths of your heart beguile me.
One day at a time, I'll turn it o-ver.
Keeping it simple now, I'm just stay-ing so-ber,
taking what I need/leave all the rest.
My mind will fol-low my body in quest.

HALT!
To turn it o-ver...
...one day at a time, just keeping so-ber.
Taking what I need, leaving all the rest.
My body to fol-low my mind in quest.

One day at a time, I'll turn it over.
Keeping it simple now, I'm just stay-ing so-ber,
taking what I need/leave all the rest.
My mind will fol-low my body in quest.

HALT!
To turn it o-ver...
...one day at a time, just keeping so-ber.
Taking what I need, leaving all the rest.
My body to fol-low my mind in quest.

One day at a time, I'll turn it o-ver. . .
These are the tips for the 12-step AA program. I just put them together in a rhyme for a song.
Do not be the horror,
in this world
-for others.

A  Monster.  . .

The weapon of a mind,
chiseled hard by
alcohol, drugs,
-circumstance.

A  Monster.  . .

Pulled up from the depths
seen by some a marvel,
in the hands they will see

A  Monster.  . .
The ancient Greeks spoke of giants with clawed hands and foot that lived or ruled the earth before the time of humans. Fossils of dinosaurs may explain that but there are true living monsters here and now. You will know them by the works of their hands, the clawed nature of them.
. . .because they are partially made of salt.

One has to lose,
                       part of oneself,
                                              to find them.
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