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A curious letter to a superior being by a troubled human.
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Dear angel, can you read my mind? Do you feel the greed I underline? If you need a place to unwind, take my hand, let´s elevate mankind. Can I try your glittering wings? Would you teach me unworldly things?.Dear angel, if I break my faith would you wait by the pearly gates? See I made a whole lot of mistakes freely, but I followed the akes, really. Blindfolded, molded, told to my eyes societywise. Too cold to make me devoted, so I took my role and sold it to a minimized part of myself, sold out, I think on every shelf. Dear Angel do you love me eventhough knowing you´re so above me? Are you still attracted to beauty though living in heavenly shadows? I´m having doubts, thinking about your whereabout´s location, could it be I´m staggering unaware in the middle of your creation. Dear angel, do you consider the human race being angelic? Maybe we are defined as labwaste out of a defaced relic. What´s the prototype? don´t give me the monkey hype, it always striked me as being unlikely. If I was a paper would you type me, wipe me, invite me to your kingdom of souls, all deattached from bodies? Cause sooner or later I´m leaving the play of being a waiter, fading away in editable scenarios, controlled by the bars of humanoids. Dear angel, I´m sorry I´m leaking my weakness, don´t take this personally, I´m knowing you´re totally free, that´s why I worship thee. I´m cursed to be quite obsolete, wiped off the seat, right next to me. Your ecstacy interacts with my inner eye to unite great sights tonight. I´m a creature of light about to explode, nor black or white, not wrong or right. Dear angel, do you sometimes fall, crawling behind imaginary walls? You look tall, I would´nt even reach you giving a phonecall. I heard your music, energising, harmonising, tantalising. If I die would I be like you?. See I´m ready for my final breakthrough. Smoked out a couple of years ago, broke out a couple of tears ago. Pre-rolled, retold reality, people in cold formality. They interact, lacking sanity, exchanging vain morality. Don´t tell me it´s how it has to be, I´m on the road to self-mastery. Dear angel, give me the key, don´t fail to see, it´s not for me. I wanna open the gates for each and everyone inside of the breech, and the majority lost in the myre, so admired, totally wired, thrown in a fire of desire.
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released September 12, 2013
Prosperous and Chukchee
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