2004-01-12 - Chao-fan Gamma
sorry I got off into some weird poetic funk
where it becomes more difficult to expound
and the lust for rhymes can make me drunk
even when there's none there to be found
truth be known, I really begin to see
anything shown could never be
truly perceived as it was meant to be
unless you can go there with me
and I'm not sure some will ever see
what light there burns within the tree
the living force that's growing free
and manifested in the midst
this fruit we've tested, scientists
as fierce experimentalists
insist that on their will exists
the reason that the self persists
such pretzel logic put aside
as whether there exists a guide
a Spirit that could live inside
and lead one to believe, alright...
I know some of you don't believe
you don't receive, you don't retrieve
the bait that I throw out at you
I know it's true
you can't subdue
this passion raging to be real
to live the way you want to feel
and that's the thing I'm speaking of
the thing opposing all true love
can't you see it, oh that's right
you're blinded by your appetite
and will not look beyond the smoke
to see that this is not a joke
"how do you know?" you say to me
in so many words, you say you're free
but you are bound to something dark
something loosed in Eden's Park
the fruit of the forbidden tree
of good and evil -- digestively
something radioactively
contamitated-waste-debris
nuking every connoisseur
in short, this substance isn't pure
and you think that I'm not quite sane
because you only feel the pain
that comes when you reach out for gain
and only get the freezing rain
falling down upon this state
where sorrow tries to medicate
sober men inebriate
children suffer such cruel fate
what little good's too little too late
and there's no help from God, to date
not as far as you can see
but it was not like this at first
so long ago before the tree
of all the best and all the worst
of all that smacks of being free
became the force that made us cursed
paradise lost at Adam's fall
for what? a taste of fruit? that's all?!!?
the fruit of the tree, serpent-ridden
knowledge of good and evil, forbidden
that's the radio-active waste
that took this planet from the place
where only light and glory glowed
and love and peace and joy there flowed
from trees which flourished in the glen
from exiled realms both now and then
angelic swordsmen guard that place
demonic blindness cloaks your face
so let me break it down like this
you are stuck in this abyss
and there's no way for you to leave
unless like children you believe
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