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Closed Thought / Open Circuit

The Body Of Satan Seperated From The Mind Of God


The Body Of Christ Seperated From The Shadow Of A Poet


The Shadow Of A Poet Seperated From The Consciousness


The Mindless Drops Of Dew Suspended Within, On The Grass


Light Circles In Reverse Hitting Each, It Reflects


Grass In The Meadow Of Enchantment Deep Within The Forest


The Poet Of The Shadow Realm Raises Not A Finger To See


The Blood Of Christ Compels Me To Believe In Thee, God


God Within The Forest Of Sin Holds Up The Staff Of Satan

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The Hourglass

Point A Needle To The Sky, Centered Minds Point A Gun To My Head, Circumstantial Ends Point A : The Diamond Sutra, Centrifical Forces Yet There Are One Thousand Arms Tied Up In The Book Of The Dead An

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never was there such a hand beneath the sin play to the part of the devil's grinning twas there such a death as to it

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