no one wants to die
no one wants to say goodbye
no one wants to cry
void their headstone of the lie
that there is a by the by
by TONY SINGLE
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Tag Archives: Religion
firth time
the sky is so low today
i can reach it with my hand
rake the lightning from the clouds
make a crown of electric thorns
the fog is arcane today
i can absorb it with my skin
get gnostic by osmosis
wet in the haar of angel stranding
the sand is so sonant today
i can hear it with my feet
till with toes between the grains
fill to sprig from unheard prayers
and here i am, another day
walking free among the dunes
i’m the arrester and catalyst
time and tide wait for no god
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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wakensong
if theirs was the path not followed
then how could we have ever known
of their hopes veiled, atwist in shame
yet now we know
departing eden saved our lives
from the tyrant we thought we knew
meta alpha spitting swords of flame
pious choirs cleaved to the throne
he churned their psalms into a voice of ruin
his shadow sloped through every heartland
so now we know
that whenever he swore to bury us
each variance of will collapsed their brains
they tore themselves on the teeth that hound
we truly blest have truly moved on
presuming to carry gentle our selves
’til we wake to say the soft parts loud
it’s all we know
that if you’re enough then i am too
so will you be my hello for the last time
and tell everyone i love them
by TONY SINGLE
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homer shrugged
so the strongman fashioned another straw man
tilted at fabrications of discourse and taboo
pain, meanwhile, yielded to another hurricane
a hierarchy that deigns to explain away my own
i’m forever to be grateful or else don’t you know
they stranded themselves on virtue without a mountain
pontificated o’er the ears and eyes they’d shat upon
that were fatally struck dumb by the gift of tongues
but i’ll sing it from the depths don’t you know
of all i think i know, of all i think i don’t
maybe i’ll live and die like this alone
but i’ll not die on my knees in order to appease
by TONY SINGLE
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dog in the manger
no one cares in this world of tyrants
of sycophants and bended knee
how deep goes the well inside of me
and if my bucket is full of holes
the finger of god daubed my soul o’er pain
and it’s making me want to dissolve again
into blest relief from his violent ways
away from nephilim and the sons of earth
i swear the day will come
when y’all will forget about me
for too long have i given life
the benefit of the doubt
the ox and horse cannot eat the hay
dead baby jesus bestrews the manger
a doggerel gospel for the hateful pious
and mongrels returning to their vomit
i swear the day will come
when y’all had better forget about me
for too long have i given life
the benefit of the doubt
by TONY SINGLE
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unbolt me 