Thursday, August 19, 2010
Three Days Till Eternity
* Dedicated to Augustana, Wasteland
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kC-RVp-rpBw
------------------/Three Days Till Eternity: The Thoughts Of Jesus In Hell
I don't believe in practicality anymore
I cant
I died three days ago; violently torn
from the world I once knew knowing that
no one hears the cries
of the dead
attempting to recollect my thoughts amongst souls resigned
to impossibility, regret, remorse,
tenable anger
at a fate sealed forever without negotiation
and what do you say in conversation but
try not to lose hope down here or live vicariously
through your memories: it’ll only prolong the process of letting go
dwelling on the impractical is the only way to bide time without
losing your sanity or blaming others for your fate
(because there is no shortage of men qualified for that consideration)
and I try to ignore the pain from my wounds that festers
or disregard the harrowing manner in which I had to carry my cross
in which not a few splinters pierced my back
causing this acute burning sensation that just wont go away
for the time is coming soon
that I promised to return to life – escaping these cavernous ruins of death
though no one around me believes it can be done
they’ve seen souls called back but never anyone will themselves out
its unreasonable, they tell me
but this isn't about logic or intellectual comfort,
its about necessity
about finishing what I started
and putting the needle through the thread of my life's patchwork
assuring all that I didnt die in vain
about going back where I belong
where the faith that sustained me all these years will vindicate itself
for all of eternity
whether it makes sense or not
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Acts 10:39-40 We are witnesses of everything he did in the country of the Jews and in Jerusalem. They killed him by hanging him on a tree, but God raised him from the dead on the third day and caused him to be seen.
Ephesians 4:8-10 Therefore He says: "When He ascended on high, He led captivity captive, And gave gifts to men." (Now this, “He ascended”—what does it mean but that He also first descended into the lower parts of the earth? He who descended is also the One who ascended far above all the heavens, that He might fill all things.)
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Wasteland lyrics
Now I'm sitting on a plane
Lonely flight back to L.A.
Don't come back with me
So I'll drink myself to sleep
Cut my skin until I bleed
Hold my breath all the night
Cause it's 5 o'clock
The hour stops the sunlight
And the buildings shade the masquerade and kill time
Hear the sound
She was naked on the ground
Till I whispered in her ear
Come away, watch the dawn break through the day
Till the sun is underneath
Cause it's 5 o'clock
The hour stops the sunlight
And the buildings shade the masquerade and kill time
Here we're nothing more than fools and whores and sad highs
Through the summer sand, we're living in
We're living in a wasteland
It's a wasteland
It's a wasteland
It's a wasteland for me
And we're nothing more than fools and whores and sad highs
Through the summer sand, we're living in
We're living in a wasteland
Here we're nothing more than fools and whores and sad highs
Through the summer sand, we're living in
We're living in a wasteland
It's a wasteland
It's a wasteland
It's a wasteland for me
For me
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