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The sky impodes
Upon itself
I cant see, I cant see
Turn off the lights
Let darkness come
Let darkness come
These bones, these bones
Rattle in a big linen sack
Heave them into dirty prehistoric water
With biting red things
That come out of blankness
With terrible limpid dark speed
Turn off the lights, she is dead
She is dead, and nothing
Can come to any good no more
She wore a white night gown
And wondered the silver birch wood
Where I grew up
The night was wet and balmy
Her skin was as white
As her black hair was wet
Oh, some kind of ghost
some kind of ghost
Still haunting me
Here is the haunted the tree
My father once showed you
Made me jump, I came back later
With an axe, and if you can walk
I can walk
An abomindation of nothing
Hollows for eyes
Dead tooth smile
I stay out of the way, out of sight
Crawling round these ways
The old M.O.D. land
Feel like Im rising
Feel like Im rising
And if you can walk, I can walk
Ever since I was young
I always liked the night
The dsrkness keeps one safe, unseen
I like to watch
The lighted houses
And wait for them to go to sleep
Then dowse their house
in petrol and flames
Oh, hear them scream
And fight to tear off their halo's
It isnt my fault
I wasnt born this way
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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