2004-02-22 - trade-skillz
the northwest quadrant border:
a long deluged disorder
on the brink of something else
or dank and darkened cells
a structure still intact
built up when notes were backed
now passage-ways: cordoned
with caution taped off zones
and limits beyond reach:
those gimmicks used to teach:
stripped off like warm gun gloves,
no longer friends one loves
in light of present scenes
the old provides no means
to possibly survey
this new and living way
your hiding place illusion
the loss of all confusion
exposes to your mind
the truth you left behind
and civilization's fall
alluding to the call
to all of those outside
remaining in their pride
come in and know the peace
that floods in sweet release
demolishing the walls
the home of haunted halls
and opening the way
for every soul to say
that hell is one sure gauge
to show rebellion's rage
for who would risk such pain
except for those insane
made daft with their own way
and blaming yesterday
on future's swift demise
there's lumber in their eyes
to point at this true light
and say "it serves me right,
I'll prob'ly burn in hell --
tough luck, that's life, Oh well..."
and all the while there's still
upon Golgatha's hill
a place where God declared
all sinners are here spared
the place where pure blood spilled
and destiny fulfilled
what prophecies foretold
be new, forsake the old
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