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an_old_skyte_reviews I know the distance was far
but no one truly knows the path
the things I left behind
the ideals I sacrificed

Now I'm a guardian
for something I question believing in
for something I don't want to guard
but in turn it gives me security

And how warm that security is
a long listless drug
that leaves you panting for more
asking of those around you dependence

Yet you can't go back to the way things were
because then you're just a bad copy, a pretender
and yet you're a pretender now...
and you are the one that pieced together this paradox for yourself

And you are the one that has to puzzle your way out
severe the connections again you say
but that's not right because the connections are still to be treasured
for they are not evil

and yet in many ways it is those connections that weigh you down
and yourself, you weigh yourself down
how does that feel
and then you weigh yourself down even more with your own trappings

I guess its mankind's fate to be unfinished, and to be yearning for completion
but I can't use that as an excuse
So many times I've seen the days pass
and they didn't mean anything, and that, that truly distresses me more than all else
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sab a big old craggy face
rock shards for teeth
scowly and grumpy
gnashing of teeth
dust falls as wings stir
stone gaze blank

old gargoyal
guarding nothing, anymore
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oblivion guard your black gate
for no one knows what lies behind..

and all are too frightened to discover
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mikejohnson What if you didn't tho? You might just be able to experience pain and ecstacy. All at once.
's gates are wide open.
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oblivion dual meaning here:

there is nothing behind the black gate.

but no one knows this. for fear.

I may not have been speaking of myself.
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mikejohnson how do we help them to come to this without destroying them?
never aims to pain.
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oblivion come to what 050323
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... to disengage with fear for the knowledge that there is nothing behind the black gate. 050323
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whispers do you like to think that? or have you left yourself no choice. 050323
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lost sometimes who do you speak to now? 050323
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mikejohnson i speak to myself. always. i hope others are listening in. i hope she is listening in. i hope we are all listening in. i have the same passion to feel beauty that the rest of us do. i see infinite beauty in this universe. i see the infinite beauty in suffering if we can stop it. i see the infinite beauty in me. i see the infinite beauty in you.
is elated. tho he pains.
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