The Philosophy of Revisionism
Wanting to carry the carnage
The King of the Carrion, who
From rent beaks to broken peaks
In a sky alight with the glory of
Stars long gone cold, chilled
As the insides of feather lined
Denials, betrayals and a fire
Rises in bleeding hearts-
Apart from the future
All things remain the same
Silence, Solace, Simple impropriety
Nothing satisfies when hunger ceases
Nothing magnifies when interest ceases
Hushed eyes for better times and
We were born to sleep
I was born to sleep-
O how tired I've become...
'The goal is nothing, the movement is everything.' Eduard Bernstein
'I could never explain the picture painted, and how it made me feel.'
Herr Luci
Underoath/Define The Great Line 'A Moment Suspended In Time'
I can’t believe how it feels
To stand here in this room
And feel like it’s going to blow
I think we’re all going to blow
Thursday, June 19, 2008
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