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| Tormenting Tears
Showers of cold, another depletion.
Where is everyone? Where have we gone?
Give up hope for the future as a rush of silence fills your lungs.
No escaping. Do not run.
Leave your mind. Pick up the gun.
Shoot the rainbow color shit.
Agitate agitate again and again.
Bullish fellow, false fun.
Tormenting tears fill the steaming street.
Tormenting tears fill the steaming street.
Pastures of living admit defeat.
Across the landfill a patient rolls on the asylum pavement, lusting after his soul.
Sell the soup, boil the mold.
The cross ignites the carpet with its clumsy build.
The candle screams and rages its angst.
Butterflies float along serial planes.
Tormenting tears fill the steaming street.
Tormenting tears fill the steaming street.
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| Radical perspective on cutting free from oppression and hopelesness.
A different view on the worth of the individual.
On making an end to guilt, shame and anger.
How to enter the extreme river. | | |
| The difficulties and trials of life can be enormously draining and wearying, creating confusion in the mind and despair or anger in the heart.
Opposition or illness can wear the strongest down.
And there are always past mistakes that may catch up with you | | |
| I am physically weary, I am mentally depressed,
I am spiritually defeated.
I can't eat, can't sleep.
I am like garbage,
discarded refuse in the back alley;
like yesterday's newspaper
shuffled around by the wind.
I feel like some sort of zombi,
some non-entity,
some nothing that people,
if they acknowledge,
would only curse. | | |
| "Our world has slipped its moorings:
our population threatens to overwhelm us;
our waste products are about to smother us;
our modern weapons are capable
of obliterating us.
Because we are incapable of loving and living
for one another,
we are about to be destroyed
by our own self-centeredness
and to turn this beautiful world You have given us
into a wasted and desolate planet.
It all seems so unreal
and I feel so small and insignificant
in such a world."
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