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Grasping in the dark cold hands,

the voiceless phantom mythed in

torn pages of a decomposing tome.

The pages wither like burned

flowers in a summer drought,

they fall into dust while questions

arise in perpetual wanderlust.

Of unanswered questions

and empty gestures, mandrake

saviors and eyes sewn shut.

This living in fear,

fear of freedom

Fear of letting go,

letting go of things.

Letting go of things!

The novice angel's somber strings,

fear of letting go, letting go of things.

Golden gates and choirs of angels

sing praises to a heavenly host

who's overlooked in arrogance

the true majesty of the world.

There is no God, there is no God,

there is no God in buildings.

There is no God, there is no God,

there is no God in buildings...

Forever wanting more when

the table buckles from building

plates so overfilled with the

beauty of this world.

This divisive,

cunning method of control!

Ignorance, oblivion,

ungratefulness and greed.

Choirs of angels singing praises

to a heavenly host who's

overlooked in arrogance the true

majesty of the world.

There is no God, there is no God,

there is no God in buildings.

There is no God, there is no God,

there is no God in buildings...

"The unwise man thinks that he

ay will live if from fighting he flees,

but the ails and aches of old age dog

him though spears have spared him.

Hail the victorious Death!"

Death is my final gift,

the leaves that fall nourish the soil

with their decomposition.

And the oak will feed

its soul from itself again,

and the world thrives,

relish the wilderness

There are no forests

in your Heaven,

there are no forests

in your Heaven.

Relish the wilderness!

There are no forests

in your Heaven,

there are no forests

in your Heaven.

There are no forests

in your Heaven because

Heaven is within.

Heaven is within!