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My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
why art thou so far from helping me,
and from the words of my roaring?
O my God, I cry in the day time,
but thou hearest not;
and in the night season, and am not silent.
I am but a worm, and no man;
a reproach of men,
and despised of the people.
I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint:
my heart is like wax;
it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
For dogs have compassed me:
the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me:
they pierced my hands and my feet.
I may tell all my bones:
they look and stare upon me.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd;
and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws;
and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
I have balanced on the edge
caught the dark and lit it
fought the demons off the ledge
brought them down and faced them
found the truth behind the door
hanging from the doorway
internalize the outer space
reasons merely shadows
Right here
so far away
all you hidden
all you missed
all you longed for
so far away
fragments of a memory
fragments of a lie
fragments of a soul
Washed out
faded
stretched in time
Event horizon
you tried to hide
Phased
a rift in time
For every step
for every word
you drifted closer
so far away
Closer, closer
away from me
Closer, closer, closer
your private hell
Point of no return
And as you reach the other side
no angles will await you
eternal damnation
the endless journey
across the river Styx
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Inlets To Eternity
07:11
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Time goes in circles; inertia
Nothingness' apathetic
empathy
Everything is geometry:
The 11th Commandment
The 6th Pillar
The 9th Spoke
The o in the
middle
all around it
Do 10 jumping jacks on the spot,
Imagine at the same time that the Earth follows your movements
so that your feet at no time counteracts the gravitational field.
Remember that you are a small blue glazed hollow ball of clay,
meandering in the oceans' waves.
Close your eyes and run to the nearest bus stop
while maintaining the picture in your mind's eye.
Jump on the first bus,
and continue your journey into the night.
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Return to Center
08:17
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We wasted every word
with unspeakable precision
until nothing could be separated from the world
The wound on your hand
grows into your soul
gates burst open
to rooms with frayed wallpaper
A red mass of light
whispers adhesive filaments
from fatherless infants tongues
a lie is bleeding into itself
Everything returns to sender
Everything returns to center
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4. |
Minority Report
05:44
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A promise wasted
promiscuous lies given away
a forgetful longing
forgiven for it's wastefulness
in the oblivious moment
revealed as a hollow memory
of your shadows' fading love
A truthful trusting fist
two palms apprehensively clinched together
an eternal applause cut in half
stuck on repeat
by your lips' betrayal
waking up alone in nothingness' suburb
Blue spring bloom
the sweetest flower bitter withered
in the dreary night of our loves' sudden winter
the storm that choke
the only witness still alive
From yours truly:
I warm my distress
on the not quite yet died out embers
of our unions pyre
forever stuck as a flickering imprint
in my minds' dark deserted ally
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Electro Jar Korsør, Denmark
Electro Jar is a psychedelic electronic music solo project of Jacob Læby, but originally a duo with former member Jackie Rasmusen as collaborator until 2016.
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