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Galactic Companionship

I provoke the rain of Hell

From Heaven high to earth below

There we'll float on gainful spells

We're ready for this world to go

And off to outer space, we're facing

Endless races to the furthest reaches of our teacher, the speaker, the logos of Cosmos

And beyond to distant Quasars,

No phasers, no lasers, weaponry

We're safe with hearts of purity

And naked with our souls we'll seek

The greatest cosmic mysteries

 

I've always sought and thought unreal

The spacecraft not of stone or steel but

Opened hearts and focused spirits

Woke by times both strange and fearful

Changing basic notions of

What we all say are mind and love

 

We're through with consumers, they've doomed us

We've moved on

The proof is the truth that all life will soon be gone

We've built and built, killed billions and still

We march toward gold archways which never were real

 

I can tell others feel it,

They're real and they heal me

Relations, creations, spontaneous meaning

It's all building up to a climactic moment

Of high expectation that we will all blow it

But we were born just so we'd know when the opening

Ceremonies go on for the New Age of Hope

 

It's outrageous to think of the hate which created this

Darkness and chaos,

(Our God has betrayed us!)

But that's why our savior said

Look the other way,

To meet hate with more hatred

Speeds up the decay

 

We love the villains, though they **** us by millions

Because they're truly a part of this cosmic cotillion

They can't see the dance while they're

Crashing and sinning

So they can't imagine they're actually IN IT

There's a part and they fit it,

Catalyst for the equipment

Of Salvation:

The nations of women and men

Beginning again

We'll cancel the debt and we'll all become friends

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Dec 7, 2012
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