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October 15, 2005

Posted by anoddphrase in Uncategorized.
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the song of the king of elysian


 


 


 


 


as if it was a chord to strum across my soul


 


to play a piece


 


 


 


that would change the world


    and bring wars to stop


 and kings and queens pause in their extravagant play


 


and the soap operas of life


            BREATHE IN


        and realize


 


                                                where they were


                                        what they were doing


                                    what they were wasting their time with


                                                                                                  [trivialties]


                                                                                    what they were wasting their life


                                                                                                                                    on


 


 


            and it was as if they were awoken from a bad nightmare


 


                                                                        of a place far from elysian


                                                                  where


                                                                        life is occupied with


                                                                                                bills


                                                                                                            and taxes and


                                                                                                     confusing cobs of webs


                                                                                                  where      the growth of life


                                                                                                                        and children


                                                                                                            & smiles and laughter


 


                                                                                    are relegated to low.


 


 


                                                LONG LIVE THE KING


                                                            long live the king….


                                                                                                she sings, oh    rgeina


 


oh to have been played.


            at such a royal state.

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