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Wild poets stylizing beating the drum that must be heard: Call from the depths that ancient heart beat, Fill that genie *** a word. Snaking, Smoking, Slithering, abundant with passionate lashing, Tongue in cheek, match the beat, Feed our hungry hatchling. Unnerved by the dogged inaccuracies Plagued by the sources that know, Round about they seek the truth: No further they must go. To create a straight and narrow path Out of the circle you must come, Raised a glass anew, Darkness must be overcome. Nay, Nay, Nay, Nay Faith is naught with you, Belief comes from a higher power, It is not your job to rescue: For I am not lost. On the hill where our *father lies, Under a breadth of dew, he lays there and he testifies that he saw the King of the Jews. Find the beat again, Is it there, Charlie? Do you hear it in your soul? Rattling the cages of time, you seem so very controlled and you still have a very long way to climb.
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Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 9:30 PM UTC
The Artist's Journey Pt. 1
Wild poets stylizing beating the drum that must be heard: Call from the depths that ancient heart beat, Fill that genie *** a word. Snaking, Smoking, Slithering, abundant with passionate lashing, Tongue in cheek, match the beat, Feed our hungry hatchling. Unnerved by the dogged inaccuracies Plagued by the sources that know, Round about they seek the truth: No further they must go. To create a straight and narrow path Out of the circle you must come, Raised a glass anew, Darkness must be overcome. Nay, Nay, Nay, Nay Faith is naught with you, Belief comes from a higher power, It is not your job to rescue: For I am not lost. On the hill where our *father lies, Under a breadth of dew, he lays there and he testifies that he saw the King of the Jews. Find the beat again, Is it there, Charlie? Do you hear it in your soul? Rattling the cages of time, you seem so very controlled and you still have a very long way to climb.
*Father- In reference to our Biblical human father, our first ancestor, Adam. The hill is in reference to Golgotha, which roughly means "Hill of Skulls". It is strongly believed that the head of Adam was buried at this site, where Jesus Christ himself was later crucified.
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Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 9:30 PM UTC
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