Love wins?
No, man.
Love IS.
draw a line
divide until you can't no more
realize
its all one big
firmament of a world
but we have to fight
survive
it's fitting
and kind
to do so, they say
so they say
they say so many different ways
so that we don't catch on
speak only hearsay
until the day
we die
and our estate
is taxed back
to Washington
rolling in pennies and lying,
with ******* and dimes
"Oh you're mad,
you cute little Jesus you,
go get your whip
let's see what you can do.
Jesus didn't DO
anything
he lived and died
and metaphorized
his life
in a way
we could recognize
because we only live
in a land of metaphor
totally divorced
from the times
Get with it, kid.
And Siddhartha
and Allah
and all the other pristine figurines
said
"Y'all are doing it wrong"
Of course we are,
spinal tapped out the moment we left
so far east of Eden,
we're chasing the sunset
It'll come
we'll blast off to ride chariots towards all the fun
maybe philosophize with Aristotle
on Kepler 281
-c
So stop with the pain,
stop pushing the wheel
stop teasing your souls
with vengeance and zeal
just be,
be free,
be unshackled of soul
let yourself go,
that's all Buddha told
and Christ,
and Allah,
and Laozi
more
You hate it here?
Grab a gun.
Blow out the floor
Or the roof of your mouth,
End it quick, without pain
watch from the heavens
as your crimson life drains
I've seen it once,
I've seen it a thousand times before
And it just keeps rolling,
Keeps moving onward
A drop in a bucket,
a drip in a sink
swirling and *******
a vortex of dreams
deep down the end
that swirling stream of
tunnel
Where do we go?
Why spare the trouble?
Perhaps something
amazing
toiled and fizzled
for 13.8 billion years
to hear you whine and drivel!
It's okay.
Breathe in, out, back in
if I have to,
I'd recommend
you read this again.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC
Love wins?
No, man.
Love IS.
draw a line
divide until you can't no more
realize
its all one big
firmament of a world
but we have to fight
survive
it's fitting
and kind
to do so, they say
so they say
they say so many different ways
so that we don't catch on
speak only hearsay
until the day
we die
and our estate
is taxed back
to Washington
rolling in pennies and lying,
with ******* and dimes
"Oh you're mad,
you cute little Jesus you,
go get your whip
let's see what you can do.
Jesus didn't DO
anything
he lived and died
and metaphorized
his life
in a way
we could recognize
because we only live
in a land of metaphor
totally divorced
from the times
Get with it, kid.
And Siddhartha
and Allah
and all the other pristine figurines
said
"Y'all are doing it wrong"
Of course we are,
spinal tapped out the moment we left
so far east of Eden,
we're chasing the sunset
It'll come
we'll blast off to ride chariots towards all the fun
maybe philosophize with Aristotle
on Kepler 281
-c
So stop with the pain,
stop pushing the wheel
stop teasing your souls
with vengeance and zeal
just be,
be free,
be unshackled of soul
let yourself go,
that's all Buddha told
and Christ,
and Allah,
and Laozi
more
You hate it here?
Grab a gun.
Blow out the floor
Or the roof of your mouth,
End it quick, without pain
watch from the heavens
as your crimson life drains
I've seen it once,
I've seen it a thousand times before
And it just keeps rolling,
Keeps moving onward
A drop in a bucket,
a drip in a sink
swirling and *******
a vortex of dreams
deep down the end
that swirling stream of
tunnel
Where do we go?
Why spare the trouble?
Perhaps something
amazing
toiled and fizzled
for 13.8 billion years
to hear you whine and drivel!
It's okay.
Breathe in, out, back in
if I have to,
I'd recommend
you read this again.
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