Nietzche
Bluelighter
Not the one you are thinking of but this on has . . .
Uh, no one has ever read this, or anything of this nature that I have written . . . please give me your thoughts.
Ara vos Prec
In the chapel (of truth) I set up camp
Hieronymo's mad againe
Put on trial by a burning . . .
Ashes
I want to believe . . .
In me
Why then Ile fit you!
That dry bones can harm no one.
But wet ashes?
Ara vos prec, per aquella valor
Que vos guida al some de l'escalina
Sovegna vos a temps de me dolor
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Where there are no eyes except mine
All this in death's other kingdom.
In the chapel of truth
Perilous
Tepid river flowing like a circuit cable into . . .
Unreal
I wait on trial, between guilt and innocence,
Falls the ashes,
Between belief and doubt,
Falls the ashes,
Between darkness and the light,
Falls the ashes,
Between truth and lies,
Falls the ashes,
Life is ver hard
I am Dedalus; forcing the moment to its crisis
Hiding in your labyrinth
I am Samsa; How should I presume?
A bug to be crushed
I am the oblation
I spread the sacrificial butter over your
Burnt
Soul, Christ is ghee
Shored fragments won't hold my ruin,
I am ghee; suffocating in wet ashes
The hermit thrush never fails to break the burdened
Uh, no one has ever read this, or anything of this nature that I have written . . . please give me your thoughts.
Ara vos Prec
In the chapel (of truth) I set up camp
Hieronymo's mad againe
Put on trial by a burning . . .
Ashes
I want to believe . . .
In me
Why then Ile fit you!
That dry bones can harm no one.
But wet ashes?
Ara vos prec, per aquella valor
Que vos guida al some de l'escalina
Sovegna vos a temps de me dolor
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Where there are no eyes except mine
All this in death's other kingdom.
In the chapel of truth
Perilous
Tepid river flowing like a circuit cable into . . .
Unreal
I wait on trial, between guilt and innocence,
Falls the ashes,
Between belief and doubt,
Falls the ashes,
Between darkness and the light,
Falls the ashes,
Between truth and lies,
Falls the ashes,
Life is ver hard
I am Dedalus; forcing the moment to its crisis
Hiding in your labyrinth
I am Samsa; How should I presume?
A bug to be crushed
I am the oblation
I spread the sacrificial butter over your
Burnt
Soul, Christ is ghee
Shored fragments won't hold my ruin,
I am ghee; suffocating in wet ashes
The hermit thrush never fails to break the burdened
