The Grasp

The Grasp

Julian Georges

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Monster in face, monster in soul, Behold the man who takes control, His disdain makes him blind to art His power makes his heart grow cold, To know the truth, he must let go, Of all possessions new and old, Although his ego’s brave and bold, To understand humanity, He must release his inner hold.
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Dreamer by night, lover by day, The monster’s brother gone astray, Tired of them denying his dreams, His passion disowned by their claim. So in the fields he ran away, Discarded all possessions made, Discovered love through nature’s aid, He taught to all who’d hear his call, That beauty stands in love’s true frame.
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Mold the symbols, hang the signs, In present purpose climb the vines, Praise ancestors of noble race, They gave us gifts of golden shrines. In memory promote those times, Our hunger dances to their rhymes, As they sought through forests of pine, So we too must entwine the Earth, Absorb through truth its inner light.
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They gallop for death, with chains and knives, The monster’s war is on the rise, Equipped to conquer all the land, In the name of God or pride? His men follow in eager stride, Reach a city calmed by the tide, With fire in heart and evil mind, They pillage those who block their path, With no guilt there to leave behind.
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Opaque sunset, gold sunrise, Without darkness there is no light, Look for your eyes, cry for your sight, But perception hides in your mind, Have you realised who you fight? You battle those of your own kind, In search of the door covered in white, You stain it with your brother’s blood, In selfish thought of your own plight.
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Cowards murder, saviours cry, A man in robe stands in their sight, The monster comes in curious wake, He can’t see past an aged disguise. The holy man forbids their crime, Tells of karma’s dance with time, But monster’s sword has left his side, To pierce his brother’s beating heart, And realise who has really died.
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Sound the bell, for whom it tolls, It’s chambers chain our buried souls, It’s driver grips man by the throat, For what is fear without a god? Life’s struggle seems a sunken boat, Our search for meaning can’t decline, For withered hands of screaming poor, We must ascend our ship afloat, And spirit’s seas sail once more.
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