We’re forgetting, again.
Buildings are falling and we’re failing again.
Numb
specter image, arisen in the graveyard of my mind: they
i remember when you cried with your eyes on fire.
Empires built on doctrinal guilt.
Controlling man (with what we) can't
satanic ritual: set the corpse upon the table. cosmetic religion:
condemned cell incarcerates me. no walls, no bars on this
Arctic... i'll try for you, i'd try for you, try,
Being or body... I sit, inside and stare through these
O Gopinatha, Lord of the Gopis:please hear my requestI am
Grow, but what/who will have to go? you know i
I have no emotion I have no devotion It's empty
The deeper i try to go, the shallower i find
Return the hostage, return the hostage: I The hollowness within
You try to shoot me down Your mouth is like
Call it a lie Call it a crutch Call it
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