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A face appears as my creation on canvas Structured lines expressing the very foundations of chaosThese lines are but wordsWords I read upon each wall, each scene I beholdI swallow the pictures of the surroundingsand set them in the womb of my mindThe plant grows in my garden obscureFrom the poisoned ground a flower then rises Black and dead it still grows further more and moreAnd I adore it's beauty, grace, it's lonely pride As I summon it's essence to manifest for me, powers of creations are running through meIn trance it's nature comes undressed to me I then gently dress in colours,and give it name by words,give it soul by tunes...Soul by tunes!For every flower that springs from upon the grave holds a mirror of life itselfYes, even youth and thirsting striving for what's aboveBut the grave it's bound foreverMy soul must bleed to createAs Osiris - I die to be resurrectedthe pain is the wordsThe tears the real fluid on my brushI am the crying dying oneI am the magicianFor I am the artistAnd as the world devours meI am resurrected in an other one Created from the devastation of myself Devastation of myself!I hear the voices haunt across the spaces They grant me the speech of my world - our worldAnd though they cut me deep, very deepI search them for more as soon as they're gone They hurt so badly, still it's of them I consistThere is no real joy in this, purely a need for deedMy soul must bleed to createAs Osiris - I die to be resurrectedthe pain is the wordsThe tears the real fluid on my brushI swallow the pictures of the surroundingsand set them in the womb of my mind The plant grows in my garden obscureI travel by the tears, falling downInto a perfect satisfaction in the soil of the graveyard
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