Take My Hand
Gankhanani & ArchBishop
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Take My Hand Bill Bullard says Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge It requires no accountability, no understanding The highest form of knowledge is empathy For it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another's world It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding Remember the times lost Remember the names lost Remember the knowledge drained Remember the tear that rained I heard the silent cry I saw the vibrant die I saw the hurting eye I knew I had to try You were my witness You beheld my weakness You strengthened the breathless You resurrected the lifeless And now I regretted And as I reflected I was reinjected With the lava of inconsistence A knowledge so castrated A triumph to laugh at A lover so jilted For a lover unknown For a scar concealed Bleeding in a hidden field A fiend so loved A friend so unloved But the same chilling winds Contented with the cold Dark, a song so hidden Come, take my hand Take my hand Take my hand and walk the path Walked by none of this life Take my hand and walk the path That flames so orange And burns of blood Come, take a walk Find the hidden path Come, take a walk Find the fire in the earth Watch the leaves swell And watch the winds whirl Find the focus of breath Hidden in the paths of death The paths are lost Crisscrossed sounds of silence Paths of brutality Lusts bleeding dust And alas, we are still the hated The saltless ash Drained of its fire And drained of its vitality Rejuvenating the dying And re-clustering Of unclustered lines Blocks of thoughts Poeticised by shattered lines Of wishes, desires, and wishes Poetry of thoughts thrown into disarray And regrets tied in one knot Final knot, single knot Pain Come, take my hand Take my hand Take my hand and walk the path Walked by none of this life Take my hand and walk the path That flames so orange And burns of blood Come, take a walk Find the hidden path Come, take a walk Find the fire in the earth Watch the leaves swell And watch the winds whirl Find the focus of breath Hidden in the paths of death There's a stream of milk And a stream of honey Both filled with faecal matter And nauseating the expectations Of fear, fear Of the least and famished men Lines of women and infants And strings of lean shadows Short shadows, and long ones And small feet and bright eyes Yet, the final song is sung By the never-ever-victorious victors For their names and shames Shamed by inexistence and a void A void to avoid the same saneness Until finally, they wish it had happened Had it happened In the void In the darkness In nothingness And nothing is bred in it all
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