AscensionThough time assumes its role to flee I feel I need not fear the end And simply wish that I may mend This dreary sense of monotonyAscension
No bounds of Earth, nor chains of fate Shall limit spirit willingly As fights rage through eternity To drift beyond that final gate
Through preservation time stands still Though evil claws towards the sky, They grasp no touch of human will As I ascend, in Hell they lie And mar themselves with roar and shrill My wings outspread, to light I fly
You Will Be That TreeThe rolling stone gathers no moss But the moss grows on the side of the tree You will be that tree But only in spiritYou Will Be That Tree
Earth turns backwards And time reverses Maybe now I can avoid that thing that sucked
My brother in heaven My sister in the Elysian Fields My mother in purgatory My father Right here In my heart Metaphorically But also literally
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