"Slipping Through the Hands of God" as written by Keith Barney, Kenneth W. Floyd, James Stephen Hart, Mick Morris and Brandan Schieppati....
Tears fill my eyes.
Tears of sorrow as I watch the rosewood heal from the hole I just burned.
Bow down. this ugly scar will mend itself again,
But when will its figure die?
Pierced through the heart.
I watch the red elixir spill from the center of its life.
I depict eighteen visions for its demise.
Not even water can bring back two thousand years of life I've watched die.
Rise to your glory on the third day.
You are not my christ.
Rise. utopia.
Damned to hell.
I rest this figure of ideal perfection.
There will be no funeral for this profane existence.
Always on the left hand path.







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"Slipping Through the Hands of God" as written by Kenneth W Floyd Keith Barney

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    General Comment"with God a thousand years are like a day" it's hard for us in this chaos
    but things have to run their course. don't worry too much
    globalon June 17, 2002   Link

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