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WITH THE KNIFE OF LIFE

Across the universe let your minds fly because it’s there that you are alone.

Where you say?

In some other day

In some other time and life

Hand me the knife.

**** not me but my soul; I have no use for it.

**** not my spirit but cut out my heart and set it aside.

Sit me near the ocean I’m waiting for the tide.

Where will the tide take me?

I say away from life.

Hand me the knife.

**** not my anger but only my threat.

You say I’m crazy and should die?

Well so do I but death is not yours to wish upon others, death is yours to wish for yourself

If you want to die I’ll hand you the knife, which is not really a knife but a piece of life.

Sooner or later life will **** you all. Life is the killer and death is its thriller It’s what we’ve all been waiting for.

It’s the one unopened door.

All you need is the knife of life.

Death is the trip taken by many. For many of us that die were often dazed by wonder .

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wayne-paskell
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Published
Apr 10, 2010
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