Aug 15, 2007

promised land

Sheer light on my face
I found the promised land
A clear quiet holy spring
And a braided shallow river
Flowing midst high grass
Delicious plentifull fruits trees
And tilted rocky hills around
But i know you can't be there
You are long dead
Even your bones disapeared
From you no one else care
All yours are dead but me
So I wonder why I am
All alone stranded here
I can understand this world
As the robot God created
But i can't feel it
All my flesh and brain
As cold as your dead body
I am a ghost wandering
Traveling this world
Looking for you

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