Unfolded
Lyrics by John Brenner.
Gehenna
Believed by servants. They’ve no hope of death. Nothing but riddles. I won’t
steal a victory. Burning is no answer; I’ve nothing to offer but blood. Then, on
the third day, begin to live at once, rise, like lions after slumber. Who wants
to be crucified?
Mortar and Pestle
Athanasius goes against the world. Far be it from us, the danger of thinking.
Weary the path that does not challenge the tyranny of the commonplace. The
mother of crime, the power to change. Between the essence and descent falls
shadow. The stillness in the room...but it does move. Some revelation is at
hand.
Orphan Mind
No man can reduce the world.
I hear the message but my faith is weak, an orphan afraid to tell even himself.
Sweep the sons of Adam down.
Art may improve our own undoing.
Seeming to Be
Money is time:
A day, an hour, a moment.
He wishes that he, too, had a wound.
A canker to every conscience, the wicked happy go forward always, an equation.
Disturb
This hunger
I’ll endure.
To whom could I turn?
Thwart the proud, live unknown.
Do I dare disturb the universe?
This longing... .
Come follow me, let the world babble.
God playing a fool, so outraged by this silence.
They are not long,
The laughter and the weeping.
Something greater than chastity, the world stands on absurdities.
Contrarian
Midway on our life’s journey, a tattered coat upon a stick.
I believe the stars sustain and abstain.
Let all be imperfect.
Nature, in her indifference, uttering a new word, we have given our hearts away.
I know everything but myself.
Come September
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