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A Life: A metaphor for Death
Created on 2004-12-01 12:47:12 (#5319587), last updated 2006-12-15
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| Name: | lestat_le_fleur |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 03-18 |
| Location: | Liverpool, United Kingdom |
One will rise who is too evil.
One will rise who is too good.
Twixt the two a witch shall falter
and therby open wide the door.
Pain and suffering as they stumble
Blood and fear before they learn.
Woe betide this Springtime Eden
Now the vale of those who mourn.
Beware the watchers in that hour
bar the doctors from the house
Scholars will but nourish evil
Scientists would raise it high.
Let the devil speak his story
Let him rouse the angels might
Make the dead come back to witness
Put the alchemist to flight.
Slay the flesh that is not human
Trust to weapons crude and cruel
For, dying on the verge of wisdom,
Tortured souls may seek the light.
Crush the babes who are not children
Show no mercy to the pure
Else shall Eden have no Springtime.
Else shall our kind reign no more.
Where is life when we seek it? It is in the fronds and ferns of the forest and in the seaweed of the Ocean. It is in the minds of men and babies and in the call of whales and in the knowing that somewhere out there is someone who loves you. I love life, Death, England in the Summer, USA in the fall and my moms home cooking.
One will rise who is too good.
Twixt the two a witch shall falter
and therby open wide the door.
Pain and suffering as they stumble
Blood and fear before they learn.
Woe betide this Springtime Eden
Now the vale of those who mourn.
Beware the watchers in that hour
bar the doctors from the house
Scholars will but nourish evil
Scientists would raise it high.
Let the devil speak his story
Let him rouse the angels might
Make the dead come back to witness
Put the alchemist to flight.
Slay the flesh that is not human
Trust to weapons crude and cruel
For, dying on the verge of wisdom,
Tortured souls may seek the light.
Crush the babes who are not children
Show no mercy to the pure
Else shall Eden have no Springtime.
Else shall our kind reign no more.
Where is life when we seek it? It is in the fronds and ferns of the forest and in the seaweed of the Ocean. It is in the minds of men and babies and in the call of whales and in the knowing that somewhere out there is someone who loves you. I love life, Death, England in the Summer, USA in the fall and my moms home cooking.
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