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Viper eyes, dirty skies
Full of red, the're bleeding
A hot dusty yellow expanse
The road to the side of me
Where Jesus Christ walked
Two thousand years ago
But night is falling
And I cant see.
The last thing I will ever touch
In this world, for there is none other
Is a hoary old date palm
Its kiss is like rain
Withheld, night, understood
The noises withing
Echo without
When it all comes to little pieces
Tarmac and red brick, old tyre, cut up
Concrete and sticky weed
When I was a child
I played here
And I will never ever ever ever
Be a child again
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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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