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(Paradise)
03:07
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Hey kids, here it comes…
It’s the blackening of the sea like a starless sky,
It’s the plastic in the heart of a whale when it dies,
It’s the sizzling of the skin, it’s the whip crack of a lung,
And you know it’s gonna hurt but only for the young.
Pretty soon you’re gonna feel the might of it, my little ones.
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The Candle
03:45
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The flame,
The wick,
The candle,
The holder.
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(Purgatory)
06:32
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Beaming Signals
03:45
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This is how it’ll be:
Beaming signals, quiet as a mouse.
Wait some years, maybe fifty.
What do you see?
Look at elderly man struggling; think: “That couldn’t be me”.
Wait some years, maybe thirty…
Things don’t happen suddenly.
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Born purple, gulping at the air,
Tiny body lying there,
Crying out, reaching for mother’s milk,
That mammalian design.
And mother’s fallen with a fever,
Heart racing desperately,
Her belly bloats with sickness,
Her limbs becoming cold.
Dread sets into her face,
Terror in her eyes,
Looking beyond,
Seeing shivering burning dying worlds.
Beginning - middle - end.
And I wonder: As great sickness descends,
Is there nothing we can do?
Is there story old as mountains?
Some time before time,
Crept into form.
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Sometimes you touch the electric fence,
Find out what you don’t like,
Know for next time (if there is a next time).
I burnt the roof of my mouth,
Look at me now: I’m scaling the brickwork,
I just barely make this thing work.
And I hope you feel that unease,
When you’re walking down the street thinking you might spot me.
Because I felt that way too and now I want you to,
A joke with a seed of truth cut right through.
I Heard his scythe whoosh past my ear,
It gets a little louder every year.
You’re a closed book ready to topple my row of ducks.
You’re a closed book.
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9. |
The End Of Time
04:20
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Watch the world come to its setting sun,
Devastated, petrified to find the end of time.
This was paradise… it was nice.
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10. |
(Hell)
05:30
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