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Crystal Palace
04:52
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Judge the past is to believe
In the immutability of things
Viewpoints that blind an alienated mind
From the nuances of reality
Feel the moment,
Of sudden clarity
When pride erodes
The walls that protects
That crystal palace.
Introspection
A key that frees a prisoner forgotten in time.
Tried by prejudices
And silenced by insubstantiality.
A forced excuse
Due to uncertainties,
Release like an icy breath
Wound the thin silk of reason.
Feel the moment,
Of sudden clarity
When pride erodes
The walls that protects
That crystal palace.
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Feel the insanity, speaking about thoughts
As scavenger devouring flesh,
Trapped by thoughts of self-destruction
Crumbling away day by day.
The exit doesn’t exist in this maze,
Scream out, the voice has been stolen.
Programmed machine that must be,
The Exanimate and the Movement.
Weak Mind sees the tragic decline
Shadows darken over the eyes.
Empty words whispering poems of death
Can it feel it is real or unreal?
Hidden with fear into the madness
Tortured by an unholy god,
Arranged to say goodbye to
The prison of human form.
The exit doesn’t exist in the maze,
Scream out, the voice has been stolen.
Programmed machine that must be,
The Exanimate and the Movement.
Weak Mind sees the tragic decline
Shadows darken over the eyes.
Empty words whispering poems of death
Can it feel if it is real or unreal?
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Crawling on the path
Covered in black
Inside of mind
Wandering in the dark
Where is the hope?
Signed in desperation.
Mind stray
Fading away.
Suffocating emptiness
Fills witch chill, the loneliness
The primitive lurking beneath the fear
Dreaming beyond the darkness.
Silence a desperate cry,
Why?
Through closed eyes
See the hands stained by the past.
Lying on the moisture, rarefied air
Lost under the denial of light.
Searching for clarity
Into obscurity
Premature encounter
An insane mind.
Crawling on the path
Covered in black
Inside of mind
Wandering in the dark
Where is the hope?
Signed in desperation
Mind stray
Fading away.
Suffocating emptiness
Fill with chill, the loneliness
The primitive lurking beneath the fear
Dreaming beyond the darkness.
“When a strange lapse of reason
Succumb under the horror,
Fear entombs the air
The eternal dynasty… will reign”.
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4. |
Introspection
02:14
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[Anything which] is a living
and not a dying body...
will have to be an incarnate will to power,
it will strive to grow, spread, seize,
become predominant - not from any
morality or inmorality,
but because it is living and because life simply is
will to power... 'Exploitation'... belong
to essence of what lives, as a basic
organic function; it is a consequence of
the will to power, which is after
all will of life.
- Friedrich Nietzsche.
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5. |
Awakening from Deep
06:00
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How much more
It should be impress
To start again?
Not only living is reason to exist.
What is trying to prove?
In what place of infinity,
The end dwells?
And when the end becomes the infinity?
When is it sufficiently large
To accept the vastness of the small?
Existence is not simply composed
Of dualities.
Moderately incorrect.
Everything seemed to be written
From the beginning of time
The will is awakening from deep.
Inner blindness eclipses the light into the mind.
Mind through time, its way forward.
Suffering, copulation for rebirth
To ignore it is to suffer it.
Even the highest mountains
Are achieved by
The constancy
The obstacles are food for the will.
What is trying to prove?
In what place of infinity,
The end dwells?
And when the end becomes the infinity?
The best view isn’t
At ground level,
Stretch and do not see from the heights...
Stubbornness.
Moderately incorrect.
Everything seemed to be written
From the beginning of time
The will is awakening from deep.
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6. |
Enfleshed Vitality
05:34
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Eternally imperfect thoughts
Imperfect image of an eternal paradox.
Deep roots in an arid land,
The will is not water, but salt.
Drink from this chalice, found in the depth bowels.
More of the dirty water of purity.
Regenerate the threads of vital tissue
A new being born
Enfleshed vitality.
Beyond the points of view
Beyond the infinity abysses,
Beyond the eternal inhabitants;
The will dwells.
Because from the deepest abysses
The highest peaks emerge.
Riches replaced by imperfections
Virgin tortuous road to the molded passage
Who will take the path that leads,
From the depth until where it’s touch the stars?
Drink from this chalice, found in the depth bowels.
More of the dirty water of purity.
Regenerate the threads of vital tissue
A new being born
Enfleshed vitality.
Beyond the points of view
Beyond the infinity abysses,
Beyond the eternal inhabitants;
The will dwells.
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The Voice of Silence
08:04
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From the echoes of whisper of mind
A wrathful voice emerge,
A guide in the desert
Direct toward more desolate shrines.
Humanity more visceral.
Instinct will come out.
A darkest path, fateful past;
A future thought without tying.
Expired morality; that give way
To enlightenment.
The will; a march for soft land
With firm feet and willing to bleed.
Transmute mud and flesh
In sharp bones that impossible to gnaw.
How can the spirit ride in suffering?
The spirit is enfleshed in the voice of silence?
How does the spirit learn from deep silence?
Life lesson of a paradigmatic version.
The voice of silence.
The gallop announces the advent;
Soon the moral value will be devalued.
A new world is being molded,
Strengthened by pain.
Humanity more visceral.
Instinct will come out.
A darkest path, fateful past;
A future thought without tying.
Expired morality; that give way
To enlightenment.
The will; a march for soft land
With firm feet and willing to bleed.
Transmute mud and flesh
In sharp bones that impossible to gnaw.
How can the spirit ride in suffering?
The spirit is enfleshed in the voice of silence?
How does the spirit learn from deep silence?
Life lesson of a paradigmatic version.
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8. |
Ashes as a Reminder
06:44
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Life goes around so much
Where something seem important
It becomes the burden of the present
Some do not have
A projection to the future
And others get carried away at the moment
The present must not be allowed
Be the imperfect tense of the future.
Wherever some go
The shadows of yesterday are observed
Gloomy learning that remains
As scars on the skin.
Take the good and burn the mistakes
The ashes as a reminder
That which should not have been
That should not happen again.
Strengths and weaknesses
From a life that escapes
Resist the clink
From the expiration of the clock.
A rhythm, a thought
The torture of why
The antithesis of happiness
From those and others more.
In the possibility of infinite time
There is the possibility of an eternal return
Pretend a banal life
It's waste an eternity
Deciding the actions is to exist
The strength of not purging the past
Go back to do not squander the future
With frivolities and banalities.
Wherever some go
The shadows of yesterday are observed
Gloomy learning that remains
As scars on the skin.
Take the good and burn the mistakes
The ashes as a reminder
That which should not have been
That should not happen again.
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Buried Thoughts
06:44
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The vault of the infinite
Remain questions and answers
The beginning of existence
Lies buried between flesh and bones.
How many thoughts are kept in the chrysalis
Of existentialism?
From the sterile arose the fruitful.
Open the chrysalis, and then exist.
Evolve and thinking
Living quantum mechanism;
From a human being
To something else.
Open the vault with a hammer
That flow the hidden
A self-contemplation
Before starting a long march.
How many thoughts are kept in the chrysalis
Of existentialism?
From the sterile arose the fruitful.
Open the chrysalis, and then exist.
Buried Thoughts.
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Abstraction
11:00
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From the bowels of soil
Mud shapes have been given
With the essence of the suns
And the fine hands of time.
Evolution, not only the flesh must advance.
Absolution of naivety sins.
Going through fears, facing monoliths.
Guided by the most human desires
That are beyond the abstract limit of the Horizon,
Hidden in the abstraction.
Witnessing births of gods
And giving them death for their godliness
If fate is not achieved
Be the bridge to the horizon
Break the slave chains
That tying a moral decadence.
Molding a new world
Able to turn by own will
Raising mountains from their interiors
A world with laws of its own gravity.
Each individual is part
Of a different world
For each individual,
Every other is a backworld*
Evolution, not only the flesh must advance.
Absolution of naivety sins.
Going through fears, facing monoliths.
Guided by the most human desires
That are beyond the abstract limit of the horizon,
Hidden in the abstraction.
* (Hinterwelt, Nietzsche’s word)
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