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In The Name of god...

 

If there is only one God, why are there so many religions?

God cries out, but only people's minds listen.

How can we listen through all that pride?

If we know best, then why do we still die?

"In the name of god..."

 

Shhh, quiet,

Listen closely...

 

The deep fire in the dry night air,

One after another they come.

Why do this futile attempt of suicide?

We kill ourselves for what's in our hearts.

But do not know why.

"In the name of god..."

 

Shhh, quiet,

Listen closely...

 

The deep fire in the wet night air,

One after another they come.

Why do this futile attempt of singing?

We sing with our mouths, but not our hearts.

How can we listen with all that noise?

"In the name of god..."

 

Shhh, quiet,

Listen closely...

 

The deep fire in the frigid night air,

One after another they come.

Why do this futile attempt of repetition?

We repeat our rituals, but do not hear our words.

How can we feel our hearts, when they're not ours?

 Beverly J Quigley

Shhh, quiet,

Listen closely...

 

 

 

Chapter One

J: Wake up time to die.
The way I'm living there is no compromising it.

H: So, what's up?
I wonder why do you listen to me.

J: It doesn't really seem I'm getting through to you.
H: How do you live, without playing the game?

J: Take a look around, you can't deny what you see.
H: I don't want to be innocent, you know.

J: Are you no one, feel nothing?
You know I'll bet you think you have a good reason to be living?
H: Yeah, you have created a rift within me.
Now there have been several complications that have left me feeling nothing.

J: Don't judge what you don't understand.
You can't deny what has been given to me.

H: Told me that it's the kind of battle that just couldn't be won.

J: Well, my brother, let me show you a better way.

H: I can feel you ripping and teaching, feeding and growing inside of me.

I want this, more than you know.  I need this, give it back to me.

J: I'm gonna make you do some freaky things now.
Insane, you’re gonna die when you listen to me.

H: Bleeding now I'm crying out, I'm falling down and I'm feeling nothing.

Like laughing now, I'm stopping now, I'm reaching out.

And I'm feeling nothing.

J: Your mind won’t let you say that you want me.
H: You are my hated enemy.

J: I am enemy.

H: What are you?

J: You never mind and you don't need this.

H: I can feel the blood, flowing through my veins.
Spilling on my soul and now the hunger's getting bigger.

J: Decide, give in.
H:
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing broken your servant I kneel.
It seems what's left of my human side is slowly changing in me.
Looking at my own reflection, when suddenly it changes, violently it changes.
Oh no, there is no turning back now.  Will you give it to me?
J: Don't try to deny what you feel.  It's significant to the life, if you've ever known anyone.

H: So tell me what am I suppose to be.

J: You're pushing and fighting your way.

H: Save me God


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