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God speaks
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listen to my tune
sway to what you cannot see
the music moves
yet still you stand,
you cannot hear
what you disregard
a grain of sand
in the churning seas
never ceases to lose its way
upon waters not tame
follow the tune
the pattern of what is not seen
the fabric we weave
the cloth you bear
bound to ragged bodies
the music of the heart
a soul lost at sea
ever wondering where you are
the music be a compass
for your eyes be the gallows
on which you are confined to hang
watching sand pass through the glass
i am forced to hold
in my left hand
I hold the scales
and in my right the hourglass
so delicate
careful not to disrupt what i have lived to keep
in check
to disrupt the tune i have spent so long to weave
the time i have wasted in pain
to answer a calling i cannot see
but alas you do not see
that what you need.
you cannot see the cloth that weaves us tight
most do not believe we are the same string that weaves itself
around each man
you always wonder,
but never know
you always think,
but never
decide
decision requires not your eyes
for they are what you will hang upon
use not your eyes
but a light inside
to find your way in the dark
of the cave we carved
with your flesh and blood.
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Man addresses God
My hands are worn with age
from the work i preform
not in the field
nor among other man
but for a calling
known by me
bound by the cloth no more
the apron strings have come undone
so we fall into the chasm
of the cloth
we sit and weave for the unknown
how can we work
when we cannot are unaware of the payment to come
if it will be none
let me cease the work
if it will be plenty
let me work faster.
Nay the work do on the cloth called fate
is not bled upon by an open wound
but it is wrapped around wounds already closed.
I see what you shall do
upon a throne of bone
and gold.
The honor is the poison in the glass of justice,
the rich mans hide be worth more than mine
yet mine is already tanned
with the work for your offering
the grain that feeds my body
is taken by your priests
as offering
or is the offering a curse
or a blessing for an unseen future.
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God speaks
the words you speak defy the scales
thus causes uncertainty
to rise above the reason
I speak no more
defilers be damned
to whom the scales keep
blessing to your soul for there is not blessing among man.
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