Absent Minded
Thoughts thought by the man with three addresses
Since the beginning of time
Or since I was born
Since before i was born
There was a prophecy
everyone knew i was going to be who i was
so they threw rocks into the future
secret scrolls
and passed down legacies
riddles of controlling fate and destiny
Everything written
every song
every play is about this
and its to get me murdered
Everyone knows who the killer is
its my one final test i pass if i live
perhaps they are too scared to tell
perhaps they want to see me die as well
perhaps they caved in for all the times
i wished i was dead for
those before i was born were clairvoyant
and i had caused soo much turmoil
and everyone knows who i am
the one to be murdered
everyone knows who my killer is
and the question isn't even when
But not everyone knows who i am
and being the phoenix trapped in the corner
to be born again forever over and over
god's play thing and toy
learning my fgod training of immortality
trying to understand his art of the way i am to live and die underhandedly
to ask a world why this life
i am to forgive them my next life
and not avenge my death
from beyond the grave
for all of the blessing the father has given them
all the fruit
all the whine
and romance
and love and pleasures of the flesh
Being the phoenix about to be murdered
i will be born again
i might be numb
i might forget for alittle while
but will have mementos
of who and how and why
and i will have to face thwquestion of wether to humble myself
and ask how am i to teach a planet of people who just murdered
the one who gave them life
and pain
and tears
and hunger
and war
and the devil my best friend out to trick you
is not gods enemy
nor does he get the lsast laugh
for he is paid to offer you the tempatation of another choice
which you can take freely
where nothing is different other than the consequences of your poor choices
and if you escape the devil you arer always welcome back to earth again
but earth is always a different untold story
all i know is with the right
metaphors for houseguests
you could stop of a war
kind of like a house party gone wild
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Thoughts thought by the man with three addresses
Thoughts thought by the man with three addresses
