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Sheridan
01:07
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Let me only hear Sheridan's misty rains and whispering winds.
Let me hear the birdsong, hear the waves crash the sands.
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Air & Light
03:14
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Mother, prescribe a dose of air and light.
You can heal my mind, if you give me time.
Let me only hear Sheridan's misty rains and whispering winds.
Let me hear the birdsong, hear the waves crash the sands.
I'll surrender to trails of adventure.
I have dreams of yore to do so much more.
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Waves
01:01
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Glory to Gaia
05:27
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I give thanks to love, for its kindness and forgiveness
It brings joy to my life, with meaning and purpose.
Ever faithful, I am grateful.
But what is love,
if not romanticizing neurochemicals and selfish genes?
Can the highest power,
larger than myself, be love in a natural world?
Play linguistic games, and I’ll show you my deities.
Turn away semantics, and you’ll hear me sing:
“We give thanks to insentient spirits of nature.
Thank you, our unwitting protectors and providers.
Glory to Gaia! Hallelujah!”
But when we are denied safe passage
through the storms and acts of gods,
Our suffering rewards the crows
and is a blessing to the worms.
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5. |
A Dark Possession
01:09
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Phantasy
05:02
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No character resentment,
But a condition.
The weight is lifted with a treatment.
Needless contrition.
I’ve seen a life without pain
And pleasure I could sustain.
I’ve held a dark possession,
A world’s weight I’ve never questioned.
I’ve carried a dark possession,
But open hands could lift the heavens
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Venom
01:44
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I can tell that your mind is consumed with a draining exhaustion.
What must I do to not add to the weight that you already bear?
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I Miss Us
05:19
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Does poison fill thy cup? Runneth over?
Let venom burn my veins to relieve you.
I can tell that your mind is consumed
with a draining exhaustion.
What must I do
to not add to the weight that you already bear?
I miss you.
I’ll adjust, but I miss you.
I miss us.
When the day comes that you feel like yourself,
and not overburdened,
will there still be
room in that part of your life where I used to be?
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Propaganda
06:00
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Years to undo other’s worldviews.
I can’t deal the same pain.
Do I convince, withhold, or give guidance?
We’re told Propaganda.
How can I tell them how I feel?
Or should I try to conceal the ways I tried to heal?
How can I lead them to their truth if I’m not on that same path, too?
Honestly, what can I do?
How could they choose the words to use?
We won’t play the same game.
Can they convince me to find balance in untrue propaganda?
Who am I to think that my views can’t be fallacy?
Help me to understand, avoid ignorance, and be overjoyed that I can shepherd them.
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Pleasure
01:16
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Shrines to Tides
02:54
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Shrines to tides accepted my gifts,
Still, I’m engulfed when the flooding shifts.
Float to your bed as I drift,
between sheets, into your rift.
Before I sink beneath the surface,
I’ll swallow what remains.
For is it not enough a purpose
to avoid fear and pain?
And so I will seek pleasure in
sustenance, intimacy, comfort, and rest.
Held by friendship, quenched by touch,
and sustained by breath.
Shrines to tides accepted my gifts,
Still, I’m engulfed when the flooding shifts.
Float to your bed as I drift,
between sheets, into your rift.
So, I will seek joy
in breath, in touch, in friendship.
I must try to find pleasure.
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Seas
01:15
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13. |
No One But You
05:09
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Your own gospel, according to you,
may never be hymns sung by masses clinging to your words.
You could preach to absent choirs.
No one but you will care the way that you want them to,
so you need to feel that you’re enough.
No one but you will care the way that you hoped that they would,
and who is to say that they should?
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14. |
You Will Never Be Gone
01:33
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15. |
Into The Nothing
06:39
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Take me with you now, my beloved,
and show me the world through your eyes.
Show me your life and loved ones
and I’ll always be by your side.
I will hold your hand
until there’s nothing left to hurt,
left to fear, or reminisce.
I’ll stay by your side
until there’s no one you need know,
love, mourn, or miss.
I can’t fear an absence of fear.
I can’t long with nothing to be.
I can’t miss you, because
you will never be gone for me.
I will watch you go into the nothing where I will someday be with you again.
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Maledictis is the sound of orchestral and rock instruments, working together with secular melodic melodies, to haunt the sanctuaries that inspire them.
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