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Wednesday, November 06, 2002
At the end of the day there was no rest
futility found the worthlessness in my best Seeking solace I sought another reason to try but from a hooded stranger came this cryptic reply "Lay down and sleep, wretched son of man let go and cease, as I unravel your plans Strip yourself of striving, silence your fury the sun has left this landscape in endless dreary Lay down and sleep, despised son of scorn punished for nothing, left to bleed upon thorns No triumph for courage, for in everything you lack let the stars fall from heaven as the sky turns black Lay down and sleep, abandoned child of misfortune no vindication or vision, blinded in virtue's distortion Naked and hungry you came, in the same you shall leave wandering in the wasteland, worry not who will grieve..." Though I hated his words, he spoke truth I could not speak solitary and alone, I lay down to seek out sleep Sleep to dream of days that were and would never be dreams with hope to fly from a life that never let me free For my dreams are dreamt away from a reality too close to heart if only this life began in a dream... instead of the world in which we start. | 
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in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
the facts.
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