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2003-08-19 - 3:03 p.m. dear sweet angels, hear me calling I am nearly out of breath very soon I will be falling in a tearful goodbye death all my friends think I 'm so virile as I keep darkness at bay but the ends are immaterial -- if I don't see the light of day though the children are all grown now and they've come such a long way they won't hear me groan and moan now for I'm traveling far away these old mountains rise before me and I'm nearly out of breath but the caverns where I'll store me will protect me after death for my body decomposing will not stink nor make a scene let no one find me imposing till the bones are dry and clean dear sweet angels bear me up now to that place words can't describe strengthen me and carry me how you once did when I revived when I felt such gnawing aching as my brain squirmed like a toad solar fears, microwave baking, but you helped me lose that load when a white hot cooling presence took away what held me down and then poured inside that essence which has made impacts profound dear sweet angels, never mind me I'm not going out like this when I die they'll have to find me pitching lightning bolts and fits there's no way I can retreat now and I recognize this vibe there's still people who don't see how Life's sweet author can imbibe Dear sweet Father hear me pray now Down this mountain path ravine My departure's been delayed now There's still time to make a scene � � |