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 Prudery to the winds

 - Das 2006

I have become death
The watcher of passing life
The darkness where shadows are dancing
The keeper of lost smiles
And the collector of forgotten tears.

You cannot see nor touch me
Yet I am always near.

I travel by day - I travel by night
My wings hover over forever in flight.

You believe that you know me
I am fear and you dread
You quiver at the thought of me near your night-sides bed.

Whenever a man had died you could hear my drums play violently
Yet the beat played from within your own chamber.

I have plagued your life -
Your soul and your industry
And with is this you'll find no completion…

Until I press near
And embrace you with my natural elegance
Unmasking the fallacy with Ominous signs and a lengthy eclipse.

These tragic upheavals with spiritual values
The decorum of our human will -
Prudery to the winds with triumph of the human embrace
All disappear whenever I am near…

And you have become death
Joining me in the darkness where shadows dance.

concerto

 -Das 2006

A captive audience -
Standing ovation…
A miracle in the making layen before them.

Tragedy or applause -
These constructive criticisms waged on
They want more…

A mysterious in-depth
a reproduction of the carnage…

Played within the music of their abstract memories
And the sound echoed deeply -
Whist standing on this mirrored stage.

Truth in life - truth in death
Truth lives within this never ending concerto
Practicality is not the way onto a souls true freedoms.

Being that I am
Being that you are near me
We are simply the groundlings living in-between.

Woe is the way to the congestion of the synonymous
We are the way to learn the lyrics that must fill in the blanks
Yet we stalk away - with forebodes of something strange
Something we do not have in common.

A captive audience -
Standing ovation…
Personal ambition - massive complicity.

Tragedy or applause -
These constructive criticisms waged on
They want more…