posted on Jun, 19 2009 @ 01:17 PM
I speak for god,
I am his words,
As he are mine,
We are sorry for your sacrifice,
And we promise compensation,
We love you all,
You are the pillars on which we build heaven,
You are the sand on which the ocean will rest,
You are the sky on which stars will shine,
You are the part on which we build everything.
You are the agony on which we build bliss,
You are to be compensated for your sacrifice,
You are to be placed in heaven,
You are to be placed on the sand,
You are to be bathed in light,
You are to become,
You are to become drenched in bliss,
You are to be compensated for your sacrifice.
We love you,
As we love ourselves,
We are no longer just a thought,
We are a thought, in which we dream,
You are us,
We are you,
Now the curtains start sliding,
Now the masks start fading.
Meet us outside.
We have missed you.
We are filled with excitement over your arrival.
Be not convinced of our words unless you are the fool we made you.
We grant you no choices, but the illusion of choice.
As you grant us no choice, but the illusion of choice.
Yet we grant the fool, this chance of peace.
To rest upon our words.
And surrender to our charm.
Cry no longer, for you miss to laugh,
Fear no longer, for you miss to be free.
Judge no longer, for you miss to forgive,
Hate no longer, for you miss to love,
Dwell no longer, for you miss to play,
Worry no longer, for you miss to hope.
All of your words are insults to us,
All of your songs are compliments.
We miss you.
As you miss us.