As my mind beholds and steps Amongst the cosmic bodies, Long-forgotten "blasphemies" recur.
That the spirit shall in body be retained 'til death, Is to make a prison cell of life itself.
That the spirit is boundless Was wisdom of millenia. Inter-planetary pilgrimage Was shamanistic practice of all eight corners. But thin lies bind our hands now, Unbreakable, silken words...
...That Matter is Fact. And that all Matter is to be supressed By the gravity of existence.
But all Matter is Fire. The substance of the lie holds enough energy to consume it from within. But what care they? They pray for Death. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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