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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.07.19.10.760]] |
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Look ye into eyes, trust not the face, for the gateways are sealed, machinery whirring, Paid a visit to an old friend not so long ago, asked him to join me as this was occurring. Where once I'd lived in fear of him returning here, it felt so good to note as he arrived, Despite efforts to banish his effect this was what'd he come to expect, why he survived. Oh, my hesitation was sincere in asking him to reappear; he's the most persistent pest, What better way to entertain than having something to gain from this oft-honored guest? Want to rebuild at last got to admit to what has passed, gazing ahead; but never afraid, Pain of this nadir assuages even a wayward tear when compared to decision you made. His adamant finger beckoning; listen to what I tell you and never again will you mourn, I've nothing but your interest at heart, child, seize the destiny for which you were born. Stand in front of the passageway, hear the pleas not to surrender; none of you can see, Not an unwilling participant in this journey; he merely serves as example, invited by me. Into the nocturnate reactor of recollection, trudge through nights of scream, sin and pain, Been baptized in clear crystal watershed of the awareness of whatever in me will remain. Out comes the sneer and the blackened veneer, again those eyes; they slice to the bone, Swear to God I never saw such a determination to stand against everything on your own. This is finished, far from done; stockpiled ammunition in a prejudicial gun; judgment day, What you love can turn to hate; don't want to admit but I can't wait to have the final say. |