Destinations Unknown, and other Tragedies

Destinations Unknown, and other Tragedies

Let us sing now the dirge for destinations unknown,
and often not considered.
There is movement we can only measure,
neither hasten nor impede.
We ride together this pulsing vessel,
but no one is asking Where?

Let us sing now the drige for truth conversion
long-cherished lies becoming true
if believed by many fools for long enough.
It must be true because everybody and their grandpa....

Let us mourn the loss of heart-sensation
From so many generations
of lying to ourselves
and to our kids.
The pain is borne and swallowed.
It is my fate.
This is how it is.

Stand up nail!
Watch that hammer!
Sit down, you'll be noticed!
You'll be hammered down!

Let us mourn the lie
of everything being true,
because it isn't.
And shall not be.
I can believe your truth the same as mine,
because we don't really think any of it is real,

because it is religion.

And let us mourn the favorite of the many BIG LIES
-- that each will find
on that terrible day
that his special little truth
will really be true for him.

Because we can't see it now,
of course it can't be real.
And we can shape it in our own little image.


and stuff

GOODBYE SOLANGE 2

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