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Awakened, as from a tormented sleep <br />with eyes anxiously looking to creep <br />beyond this twisted dementia displayed on the walls. Mysterious mindsets and ink-droplets fall. <br />Muses take flight in an all out war. <br /><br />Shall I catch with open hand? <br />Or let it fall and start again? <br />Such words burn the skin. <br /><br />So, enter stage right, mic in hand. <br />Before the micro-cosm, stand. <br />Display my efforts, after all, <br />don't expect them recognized. <br />Hourly torture, chaos ignite! <br />Beauty and art give a sign of life. <br />But, as Balzac and Hardy profess, <br />the martyr will burn for her canvas. <br /><br />Elusive horizon, <br />I'm not a threat. <br />You see, I'm for some reason always on trial. <br />Object of detestation ? always on trial. <br />O, Solitude! With thee I dwell! <br />With thee I dwell in our assiduous, gated hall. <br /><br />Trivial ? this mind and spirit world. <br />You can't compare their worth to what is real. <br />At its best, all critics must confess, <br />this work can outlive death ? so what is real? <br /><br />Because I can't describe half the shit I feel inside <br />for your crimes. <br />Targeted intent eviscerating innocence. <br /><br />I swear I'm not a threat. <br />Put down your defense. <br /><br />I swear I'm not..<br />All I can do is watch in awe.. <br />feet raking the sand, <br />hands bound by molten ire. <br />As the broad guillotine blade <br />sinks into the horizon, <br />streams of burning gold burst forth from ultramarine <br />expansive veins and reach towards me, <br />lending heat to the air, <br />as the Earth is sliced in half and <br />the dividing line approaches. <br /><br />For every stage turned wonderland, <br />for every sound turned song, <br />for every song turned experience, <br />for every hour drawn long. <br /><br />Accablées de misere en décembre, <br />les muses se baignent en flammes. <br />Noyées dans l`ombre elles disparaissent, <br />attendant le divin peintre de l`Univers, le Soleil.<br /><br />(Overpowered misery in December. <br />The Muses bathe in flames. <br />Drowned in the shade they disappear, <br />awaiting the divine painter of the universe, the Sun)
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Awakened, as from a tormented sleep <br />with eyes anxiously looking to creep <br />beyond this twisted dementia displayed on the walls. Mysterious mindsets and ink-droplets fall. <br />Muses take flight in an all out war. <br /><br />Shall I catch with open hand? <br />Or let it fall and start again? <br />Such words burn the skin. <br /><br />So, enter stage right, mic in hand. <br />Before the micro-cosm, stand. <br />Display my efforts, after all, <br />don't expect them recognized. <br />Hourly torture, chaos ignite! <br />Beauty and art give a sign of life. <br />But, as Balzac and Hardy profess, <br />the martyr will burn for her canvas. <br /><br />Elusive horizon, <br />I'm not a threat. <br />You see, I'm for some reason always on trial. <br />Object of detestation ? always on trial. <br />O, Solitude! With thee I dwell! <br />With thee I dwell in our assiduous, gated hall. <br /><br />Trivial ? this mind and spirit world. <br />You can't compare their worth to what is real. <br />At its best, all critics must confess, <br />this work can outlive death ? so what is real? <br /><br />Because I can't describe half the shit I feel inside <br />for your crimes. <br />Targeted intent eviscerating innocence. <br /><br />I swear I'm not a threat. <br />Put down your defense. <br /><br />I swear I'm not..<br />All I can do is watch in awe.. <br />feet raking the sand, <br />hands bound by molten ire. <br />As the broad guillotine blade <br />sinks into the horizon, <br />streams of burning gold burst forth from ultramarine <br />expansive veins and reach towards me, <br />lending heat to the air, <br />as the Earth is sliced in half and <br />the dividing line approaches. <br /><br />For every stage turned wonderland, <br />for every sound turned song, <br />for every song turned experience, <br />for every hour drawn long. <br /><br />Accablées de misere en décembre, <br />les muses se baignent en flammes. <br />Noyées dans l`ombre elles disparaissent, <br />attendant le divin peintre de l`Univers, le Soleil.<br /><br />(Overpowered misery in December. <br />The Muses bathe in flames. <br />Drowned in the shade they disappear, <br />awaiting the divine painter of the universe, the Sun)
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