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Circassian Circadian Rhythm



FIELDS OF ABUNDANCE
chain me down
captured and held in your luring snare
with a beautiful horizon to behold
no dues to pay
no duties but to enjoy the fruits
of yesteraday, today and tomorrow
when it strikes you
that path of least resistance
is to offer the fiercest resistance
one morning you sleep
next thing you know
a morning star (Morgenstern)
is sounding reveille
the harsh way bashing your head in and there you lay
this is sad
this is the end
dissonance of the circadian rhythm
the sad end
to the desperate lot of a serf

CHERUBIM
right out of the Bible
shot their cold glare
wavelets of sound
or rather silence
coursed through veins
cherubim, o beloved cherubim
they reject the idea of
immanence
in contradistinction to
transcendence
another
bullshit concept
bollock
hogwash
we are nothing but turds talking through our hats
immanence
and
transcendence
are for noobs
Malachims are
all about
permanence




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Nåt att bita i! Immanens, transcendens, ja det är nog bara etiketter på en kompassnål som få läser av. Filosofi slutar med blodiga nävar, det visste vi. Schysst mix av lagom sorterade tankar.
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