Endure what you can
Awakening your senses…
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Lost in life, complete vexation Interest lost in destruction Finalized is death Ever is death inevitable Try to escape, finished never Outdoing the prison of life Time exists to mark death Having existed only from death End comes near to life Finished, complete, gone Undone is life with nowhere to
run Lest death be undone Lest life come for its due Extraction is imminent Stopping death is stopping life Then deceased lives go to
nothing |
The Stopped in Your Tracks Chasing the Belief of Nothing The Dream Merchant |
does not always come naturally…
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Chasing the Belief of Nothing |
Stopped in Your Tracks |
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Coming to an end, seeing everything Having all of the understanding All the while not knowing truly Something that lies beneath Inevitability of death, always there, Never keeping its eyes off the world Gaining everything, losing nothing The life of death keeps repeating Having all that is needed, all and everything, Everyone wants understanding Belief that there is something truly Ever knowing what lies beneath Lies have always been, lingering If ever there was something in the world Ever something to believe in nothing Finally life ceases repeating Oncoming darkness, where is nothing, Freedom from life and death itself No longer accepting what is real Obstruction of life comes into being The life of something, just of nothing Having not conformation in itself Illness of life become disease real Never understanding essence of being Goodness lost in the belief of nothing |
Playing your life, life before beyond
Running through beliefs
overshadowed Everyone influencing you, conned Stopped by snow of
misunderstanding Slowing sight, blurring vision,
pushed on If which is yours,
uncontrollable Naught but your enemy’s advantage Gaining the upper hand, going on Found in life, lost in mind, all
is gone Opposite your life, lies in
wait, stalled Ripping consciousness of life,
control What he has, not his no longer
yours All lost, stopped from contact,
slipping from Real life, into the past, seeing
life Done and gone, pried from love,
life anew _____________________________________ Why is everything everything… Why is nothing blank while blankness is
something… Questions asked from day to year are
these. What you request I cannot give.
Ask my father, for I am but his
younger state. |
but for
those who have become…
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The Dream Merchant |
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Taken past life, beyond
consciousness, Having everything taken by
repose Every time ending new Destruction of existence at hand Reaping the benefits lost in his
worlds Each day repeating the process After each moment creating the
dreams Making his life from lost
memories Memories gone from mind, from
consciousness, Each past time gone as repose Repose destroys the new Completing the cycle through his
hand Having all lost from this world And everything gone and
destroyed in process Nothing escapes the merchant of
dreams Taken from life are lost
memories |
more…