Friday June 26, 2009 at 0:39

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We came up from the sea, then we lay in the sand, but continued to breathe, watching Michael’s white hands… Now the wind brings a thirst, and some seeds from the past, and they come in a swarm, to deliver their harm… To the people that hide, in their rooms with no walls, in a country no where, where their children eat gold… Where our dreams are laid bare, where no future is past, where we wander this land, watching Michael’s white hands… May his body like christ, come to me in this bed. Hear the animals cry: Michael’s face is gone dead… But he never was born, so he never could die. Feed his thirst with our drugs. Michael’s hands will touch us… Yes i believe in nothing clear,
but i believe that Michael’s here. Freedom shines upon his face. Beauty comes to us that kneel. Cut the heart out from our host. These hands of love are hands that choke. Michael come, with hands of need. Michael come with biting teeth. Michael bring the truth denied. Michael kill the child inside. Bring the taste of poison fumes. Bring the screams up from the ruins. Bring destruction, and bring the end. Feed the gas into my lungs. I believe in Michael’s hands. Yes I believe in Michael’s hands. I believe in Michael’s hands. Yes i believe in Michael’s hands!

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