The troubled dreams of a restless god
By Nail Bunny
Toss,
Turn.
Toss,
Turn.
wake,
dress,
work,
earn.
Eat,
fight,
lie,
spite,
Sleep.
Toss,
Turn.
Toss,
Turn.
We are but troubled
dreams,
of a restless god.
Our every living action,
is but a tiny fraction
of the nightmare
crowding in
pushing the frame,
testing the strain
of his skull.
The edges of sanity
crack like
mortar,
The drunks enjoy
their gin and porter.
The teens rebel,
use sex to sell
the booze,
and cigs,
and drugs,
and things.
The adults,
secure in
"Maturity"
are no better off
than are we.
They have their problems,
doomed to hell,
and corperations,
use sex to sell
the booze,
and cigs,
and drugs,
and things.
The elderly
do not escape.
As disturbed dreams,
they share our fate.
Closer, though,
to the dreamer
are they,
it lends desperation
to their day.
Toss,
Turn.
Toss,
Turn.
Wake,
dress,
work,
earn.
Eat,
fight,
lie,
spite,
Sleep.
Toss,
Turn,
Toss,
Turn.
We lend to the nightmares
of the diety
who created thee.
Toss,
Turn.
Toss,
Turn.
We are but troubled
dreams.
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Comments on "The troubled dreams of a restless god"
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A former member wrote:
wow...this is one of the best!
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A former member wrote:
This is all so true. The world is f*cked
and you just put the truth out there so plain, simple and truthfully. I like it a lot. This rocks.
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On Monday, October 24, 2005, Philla
(95) wrote:
Wow... Such a great theory, I've thought about this a many of times. Thank you so much for bringing the philosophy to life in the most wonderful of ways. -*Philla*-
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On Friday, October 21, 2005, Thorn
(283) wrote:
DAMN, Jake!! When did you get THIS good?! This is your best yet. It's amazing.
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On Saturday, October 22, 2005, A Burning God
(46) wrote:
Really, when did you get the skills??