Stephen Beam

Litte child of mine, lay down tonight
You left and wandered away
You left and wandered astray
I followed
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Welcome to the Masquerade... in a way a prison
Horrors of this macabre feature run it's vision
Hidden behind facades, lie the lost and soulless
Living the days a pill at a time... high moments
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Hello my dear, it's been so long maybe a year...

Have i but one desire this close to your threshold
For when i reach my peak, i reach for your home
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Intro:

What must one self-indulgent, Ego driven Man go through
Because Love spares pain when one, makes it vocal...
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Am I...

But a Man, a man held within this cell within this prison
A Son born of my mother, earth; a restless soul of the wind
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'... Bones pulsate and shake as death applies it's chokehold...'

Pieces of me float about the aura of this evil ridden body
Perhaps i am who you say i am, a peasant of no worth
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Papyrus cities welcome my ink trails
As i leave prints of thoughts through plastic
Taking time to rest never fails
Having done that i resume this journey
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Broken molds, open sores, unsealed doors
These lead to this biblical preservation
The only way to kill this grudge with force
Is to become like Jesus, forever the forgiver
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Retro scenes of black and white,
Become a shaded yellow
Side by side,
Flickering to a steady heartbeat
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(Paraphrased from Micah 7: 8-10)

Never again will you gloat over me
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Past cliffs and rocky shores, lies a horizon without the moores
With nothing to hold me but the waves making their tours
Living particles of life in wet dirt, i live for God's breath
His breath to lift and deposit me elsewhere on this shores breadth
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