Part I: Tall
Part II: Dark
Part III: Plain







Part I:
©TALL

The Fault of CharActer...............................The Cult I am to FolLow
The Religiously Blinded...........................The Truth is not that Visible
The Emptiness WithIn.......................The Belly of Buddha I'm to Rub

The Eyes are Closed.................................The Infinite Eyes have Seen
The WeakNess of Tears..........................The Eyes have Seen Sorrow
The Ears have not Heard Truth............The Lies are Read in Your Life

The Flesh is Weak........................The SpiRit doesn't work w/out You
The Cheak is Stroked.....................The Eyes that Hold You, See You
The Hand is Held...............................The Warmth is Closer than You

The Time to Act...........................................The Time is to be MySelf
The Veil is Back.........................The PerSon You ReCeive is Plagued
The Last Time Ever .......The HourGlass hasn't BeGun-to-be-BroKen

The Height of You.....................The Size I feel ARound you is Small
The Depth of KnowLedge......The Human Knowledge, I UnderStand
The Protection of Diggression.............The ConTrary to Truth is Plain

The Soul has Seeped.............................The Cork is the PaGes of Life
The NaTure is You...........................The NaTure is merely a Creation
The God RePlaced...........................The Affect of You is Too Drastic

The Thoughts are RestLess..................The Words cannot be WritTen
The Head Aches.....................................The PounDing is Your Heart
The MisUnderStood Mind............................The Voice I use is Muse

Muse is God
Muse is MaGic
Muse is MuSic
Muse is MySelf
Muse is ConFusion

Adam the Judged
Feb. 16, 1996; 2:57pm Fri.


Part II:

©Dark


You have turned from the Light
Therefore?.................................Your face is as if it were a Shadow
You have learned from the Light
Therefore?.................................You should should return to its Warmth
You have burned from the Light
Therefore?.................................You can have that Passion Again

February 16, 1996; 3:12pm Fri.

You feel your lit
As you sit
In silence
Stop listening to the silence
And start listening to the voice
Of God

February 16, 1996; 3:13pm Fri.

Your darkness is a pride unto you
You talk to friends about how the light bends
Before it gets a chance to hit you
You think it your own making
But do not forget the Spiritual War that's raging
That is what is in store for everyone
Would you rather be on the losing side
And live in the darkness you have made
Forever or would you have it to live in light
Forever and know that you'll never feel
As if you're cold and hungry ever again

February 16, 1996; 3:17pm Fri.


Step out of the shadow
Meet the father that has always been waiting to comfort you
Stay in the darkness
Meet the stranger that is just waiting to rape you
I have been raped and I have been comforted
I have been raped of light and raped of darkness
I have been comforted by light and comforted by darkness
God, rape me of this darkness
God, may I only find comfort in your Light

February 16, 1996; 3:21pm Fri.

The shadow of doubt has left me
I may appear empty,
But I am unuse to living free

February 16, 1996; 3:22pm Fri.


Part III:

©Plain


Love is so common to speak of
But so uncommon to be felt
I am sometimes deep in love
I am always depressed in love
My impossible demands are nothing
When even without them, I am with nothing
I know when true love is found
It will cause this terrible loneliness
To only be a drastic contrast
Of what I'll feel like in the future
I'll look back and say: "Who was
That miserable individual?"
Even than, the answer will plague
Me with depression, because
I will know that "That miserable
Individual" represents every person
That will be faithful to suffering
Always for the love of love
Juliet shall not have her Romeo
And Romeo shall not have his Juliet
Love leaves us fuller than anything
Love leaves us more empty than anything
Even when we are in hate, it's a result of love
And love is never the result of hate
Nothing of the human race will remain,
Except for the soul and the feeling of love.

Adam the Painfully-Plain
February 16, 1996; 3:29pm Fri.


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