| | The way that girl can break a heart
It’s like a work of art
And this is the worst part
She knows it
And she’s so confident
That she’s what everybody wants
But nobody wants
Her to know that
So fall back on all of your premonitions
And just learn to listen
To those that have more wisdom than you
And just stop
Putting so much stock
In all of this stuff
Live your life for those you love
And I’m still waiting for
You to be the one I’m waiting for
The way that girl can turn a head
Well she is such a threat
But don’t ever forget
She knows it
And she’s got it all
All figured out
And she won’t let you doubt
She knows it
I’m still waiting for
You to be the one I’m waiting for
Something tells me that this is going to make sense
Something tells me it’s going to take patience
Something tells me that this will all work out in the end
Swing. Fly. Dream. And in the end you will be who you want to be. Or you will want to be who you were all along. Or you will become who you were created to be. All paths to one end. One singular end, the only end he intends, the only end there is. But he's larger than us, and our idea of unity and right don't come close to what redemption really means. There used to be a belief, then there was hope. Now there is transformation. And it happens within my mind first. Then my heart. Then my world. Circle cycle. cyrcle, perchance. Don't fall from the place you started, you started in the right place after all, before there was a place to fall to. Then we all fell. But dance it all, dance it all away. You'll find the place someday, someday somewhere else. But may it was here, maybe it has always been here and isn't actually going anywhere. Maybe none of us are going anywhere at all, but moving together in reference to each other, standing still, or even just still standing. But what then, is standing, but the negation of motion, and what is motion when it is fully negated. Aye.
Flow through this all, seep through the window pane where she was and will be, but wasn't, not really, ever. Cry out, cry out oh stars, for you wrath will not subsist. In the place of the formless ones, there was once a top, spinning, and spinning, and spinning. Then it stopped, and I still don't know why, I just know that it did. It stopped spinning. Because the Earth, it was standing then. Standing or moving, there's only a difference in your perception. So go ahead, perceive, and you'll probably do all right.
Praise the Lord that he exists, that he can see through us all, through all of this. My world may exist by a series of negations, but when everything negates everything else, behind it all is the web of God. God is what is there, when there's nothing else anywhere. And because everything is nothing and nothing is everything, endlessly as well as without a beginning, then God is what's behind it all, as well as above and through and within it all.
there's a leap between deconstruction and implying God. But I've made it. Come along.
Wherever you're going is where I want to be.
A red priest broke into our classroom
Caught us children by attention
Listen closely to the words I speak
Lord knows if I’ll ever, ever again be
Spoke such words never spoken before
On the way he declared the world
Miracles like you’ve never seen
From a man who was raised up in the sea
A man is coming in thirteen-one
To charm the daughters and the sons
Scared for our lives I turn to your hand
Hold this tight while we run if we still can
What disasters may come
Whatever it may be
At the end of the age
It will land you and me
Tragedy may bring
Whatever may fall
At the end of the world
You’ll still belong
Before the red priest took his last breath
He told me child now don’t forget
The sun will turn dark very soon
The days are numbered when there’s blood on the moon
The earth will shake and the sky will fall
The eyes will open of those enthralled
Don’t take the sun but you’ll be killed
By the man from seven hills
A man is coming in thirteen-one
To charm the daughters and the sons
Scared for our lives I turn to your hand
Hold this tight while we run if we still can
What disasters may come
Whatever it may be
At the end of the age
It will land you and me
Tragedy may bring
Whatever may fall
At the end of the world
You’ll still belong
Look up into the eastern sky
When you hear the voice, say your last goodbye
Look back to the eastern skies
When the ghost take hold of the men who died
Look up into the eastern sky
When your fathers weep and your mothers cry
Look up into the eastern sky
What disasters may come
Whatever it may be
At the end of the age
It will land you and me
Tragedy may bring
Whatever may fall
At the end of the world
You’ll still belong
Look up into the eastern sky
When you hear the voice, say your last goodbye
Look back to the eastern skies
When the ghost take hold of the men who died
Looked up into the eastern sky
When your fathers weep and your mothers cry
Look up into the eastern sky
Look children to the eastern sky
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