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He was lying banged and battered, skewered
and bleeding talking crippled on the Cross
Was his mind reeling and heaving
hallucinating fleeing what a loss
The things he hadn't touched or kissed
his senses slowly stripped away
Not like Buddha not like Vishnu
life wouldn't rise through him again
I find it easy to believe
That he might question his beliefs
The Beginning of the Last Temptation
Dime Store Mystery
The duality of nature, Godly nature, human nature
splits the soul
Fully human, fully divine and divided
the great immortal soul
Split into pieces, whirling pieces, opposites attract
From the front, the side, the back
The mind itself attacks
I know this feeling, I know it from before
Descartes through Hegel
Belief is never sure
Dime Store Mystery, Last Temptation
I was sitting drumming thinking thumping pondering
the Mysteries of Life
Outside the city shrieking screaming whispering
the Mysteries of Life
There's a funeral tomorrow at St Patrick's
the bells will ring for you
What must you have been thinking
when you realized the time had come for you
I wish I hadn't thrown away my time
on so much Human
and so much less Divine
The end of the Last Temptation
The end of a Dime Store Mystery
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