My heart burns and my mind boils
Oh lock that holds the many I's timid
Let us talk
For it is indeed a thankless task
Being asked
To carry out this existence
This is one grim case
This is one dim place...
Home to devils and the damned
I am yet called
To the land above wherefrom I am banned
Not to heaven but to earth
Not to afterlife but to true life's wealth
Behold my silent dissipation of reason
"You've done well, Slick"
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.
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I am chained to a pole near the darkened creek
By the underground field of wheat and leek
My will is my only hope, but the will is weak
My tongue has too been chained far too long
These thoughts are but misplaced fragments of an unfinished song
O' Mother Inspiration, first unchain my tongue
Let it place my ideas where they belong
O' Celestial
What pathetic satire have you inspired!
Why have you designed me to acquire
The desire
To ignite the flame, to set afire
My own sense of worth
You have designed me
To burn alive my self-love
(For the longest time I have had the need
To cite an after all questionably real
Degree of my own excellence
Yet this stasis leaves my confidence in crisis)
For the longest time
I have kept my worries I have kept
My nightmares in a safe safe
Stored in the unconscious
Available for re-experience
I have allowed a certain certain pain
A certain certain pressure
To pile up the mismatching tiles
Of unwanted weight
I have kept memories which yet burn
Let us speak then, Harmony
Let us speak you into existence
With the arcane incantation:
Come, Equilibrium
I must
Let my emotion depart and have its absence equalize me
Let it out
Let it out and let it sprout
Into herbs which wither or flourish
But which in your heart you cannot nourish
The world needs to know
Of great love I found and lost
Of bonds forged fragile
and boundaries crossed
(The world needs to know what is pertinent though!)
That I was but the dough she tossed
With a mighty throw off the ark of Noah
(Oh no)
What could have been food for the age of freezing toes
...Wasted it goes
The world needs to know
Once
I went on a trip and met an angel
Just to fail to speak my heart but once
And I met her each year, again and again
Only to regress into not speaking at all
Till the day I last saw her
As I once said
It has been a while since the last time I cared
This universe is, after all, woven of horror
The universe needs to tell me
Have you like myself endured
Such inner disturbance, such a calamitous script
Such prevalent failure
Such fear of the second to come
You may now see firsthand
The incoherence of my speech
Its chaos is my inadvertent identity
I blame my maker
The world needs to know
How I used to hang out with my boys on Ivy Lane
I used to hang out with them to ease the pain
At a set of stairs at by the 47
02-750 Midgard, so close to heaven
But all my boys were merely
Spirits of my
Dead friends
All these memories return
And my fate is set for a dramatic turn
These memories have been ignored
Fought
Distracted from
Reasoned with
Processed
And finally accepted into the infernal archive
My will strengthens and my muscles tighten
To shatter the chains and to the surface leap
Through the hole which has my cell enlightened
My rage echoes through the cavernous deeps
It all appears clear to me now
As if I was an old man to whom his memory returns
A week or two
Before his Age catches up, with its buddy Dirt to claim him
I was sentenced to the ordeal
I served the penance imposed on me
I obeyed the decree of descent
Now I stand free to put on the crown of this domain
And rise from the depths
Called upon by the familiar vibration
That which used to put a smile on my face
For the days of the plight of man do not come round
Like a perfect circle
His is no Sisyphean task
My rage echoes through the cavernous deeps
I am Postmoses, once your humble prophet
Though now I walk alone
Behold hereby my ἔξοδος from Helheim
Out of the cavern and to the forbidden reaches
Through the hole which has my cell enlightened
And through the sea of the blood of your victims
A sea I see torn asunder
...That this has come out of my mind...
Bewildered I stand by how wild this mortal husk is
Rest in peace, my tormented side
Tread
Upon the wastes of Helheim in my stead
It is time for me to leave
Would you believe?
Życie to niezwykła gra
Liebe ist für alle da
You've done well, Slick
