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Salvātiō

https://soundcloud.com/rob_cohen/salvatio

              wenn du lange in einen abgrund blickst, blickt der abgrund auch in dich hinein

    I
as a child you painted the sun
shining with your burning smile

you sang in school halls,
sailor laced pubs and broken bottle bars

in button-up paisley shirts
and alligator boots your moves shocked electric

skull composed rock n roll rhythms mixed,
blending with blues to fret board machine gun shots

reaching beyond the realm of ocean and sand
standing on the shoulders of giants

drinking and bathing in the ancient fruit
your mind hypnotized, floating through the cosmos

supernova sensations exploding, shining
into looping black hole visions of the afterlife

walking in the darkness of a steel moon
a shadow illuminated over hades from bare balconies

    II
school was a prison
blurred by dimming medication,
your prism mind
strapped in a straitjacket

mechanical marching orders
fell on deaf ears
a broken cacophony
sparking flames in the rain
where weeds grew with flowers
dancing in the breeze
setting Eden alight

    III
riding on the smoke train
from green stations
and university radio studios
until the tracks turned white
disembarking the disenchantment highway

facing the music
saving face
one less grave with your name

    IV
you gave your jacket to grey bearded vagrant
naked, hysterical, freezing on the streets

waves of disease blew across oceans
hitting you homeless and clothesless, drowning

war tore through towns, crippling the lost
while your inner tug of war, ripped the seams 

ink reflections swim on those pages
revealing the cost of eternal darkness

phoenix rise from cigarette ash rubbish heaps
get back on your feet before you fall deeper

the monsters you face aim to take your place
from a mirror to the underworld, dragging you beneath

shine once again
shine one last time before the end
shine on
everlong.

                  jeder, der mit monstern kämpft, sollte sicherstellen, dass sie selbst kein monster werden

🌷(3)

◄ ¿ claustrophobia ?

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