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"The Umbilical-cord that Within, is the Tandem Adjoining us to Our True Nature"
Look at this world that man has
created for us from all of the imaginations of his heart; we are
all so welcomed here, as he removes the blinders from his eyes, and, the restraints that once fettered him to the (l)eyes of God
Can't you feel the hatred;
can't you feel the rage
I searched for a little solace
one time, but, it never came
Now, I'm a permanent denizen,
along with the other memories
of the graves; just a doorway
am I between two world's, and,
twisted and contorted as they
beckon me, like a mother-fucking
slave
Now, the chains they are tightening,
they're there but unseen; and, the
noose that's being fitted for my
neck is not in vain
So, down again I go, into that place
unto where I once was; and, when
I return, who knows what I'll have
become
Can't you feel the hatred;
can't you feel the rage
I searched for a little solace
one time, but, it never came
So, now, the daemon that I
been fated to be, and, the
man that I am are melding
and becoming...
One and the same
created for us from all of the imaginations of his heart; we are
all so welcomed here, as he removes the blinders from his eyes, and, the restraints that once fettered him to the (l)eyes of God
Can't you feel the hatred;
can't you feel the rage
I searched for a little solace
one time, but, it never came
Now, I'm a permanent denizen,
along with the other memories
of the graves; just a doorway
am I between two world's, and,
twisted and contorted as they
beckon me, like a mother-fucking
slave
Now, the chains they are tightening,
they're there but unseen; and, the
noose that's being fitted for my
neck is not in vain
So, down again I go, into that place
unto where I once was; and, when
I return, who knows what I'll have
become
Can't you feel the hatred;
can't you feel the rage
I searched for a little solace
one time, but, it never came
So, now, the daemon that I
been fated to be, and, the
man that I am are melding
and becoming...
One and the same
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