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'The wall on which the Prophets wrote is cracking at the seams'
King Crimson - Epitaph (In The Court of the Crimson King).

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I have no God.
I have no religion.
But one thing I do know ...

Any self-respecting Prophet
would be spinning in their grave
if they knew about
the atrocities and violence,
the fanaticism and ****,
carried out in their name.

Any self-respecting Prophet
would be crying through time
if they heard how
their thoughts and teachings,
their messages and words,
were used to justify hate.

© Pagan Paul (25/05/17)

I am quite sure I would simply disappear
if only I knew the right spell
luckily one day this will happen
despite my ignorance of all things invisible

Tonight, the moon it's mine!  
I won't share it with anyone  
Because I'll sleep keeping it tight  
For saving all my dreams inside  

Tonight, the moon it's mine!  
Won't aloud to be seen on the sky  
Because I'll frame my dreams inside  
And dreams aren't so shy  

Tonight, the moon it's mine!  
It will be dark and deeply hidden,  
To rest my love for you forbidden,  
I'll give you just sweet smiles...  

BM 10.08.2016

By Arcassin Burnham

For you i would've traveled the world in any condition
and a power full of freedom of avoiding all extinction,
Promised a lot things in this cruel life but never got them
thinking back to how they always break them and never
replace them,
There's enough turmoil in the world for this,
there is too much love in the world to kiss,
There was too much memory in the world to forget,
Agony will strike the people left with hatred,
taking the breath away from yourself on what you said,
knowing when your word is born it would end up dead,
try not to get to close so i just made a light tread..

i would be there for any of you people,
but you people won't return the favor,

All this hatred and injustice in the world isn't necessary but,
i am not your savior,

Not in a world like this anyway,
imagination is key for these sort of things,
for these sort of things will not guide to be a God like you intended,
its just senseless with all the killing,
be a role model for your siblings,
but they're too far gone,
its time to move on,
Start with healing then progress,
life is short , they'll take your breath,
hell , it lingers like the other side of eve's breast,
haunted by a past that you regret,
yes , everything's a test,
past people were a waste of stress,
set your sights on something that you love is best,


i would be there for any of you people,
but you people won't return the favor,

All this hatred and injustice in the world isn't necessary but,
i am not your savior.

It is almost summer
and the hot night
seems so quiet
as the wind on the water
lifts the sails on that ship
sailing west like smoke
from the fire I lit
to burn the driftwood
of my dreams and desires
until morning comes like
that sad-eyed Moriah
I've admired from afar.