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Remembrance of pain no soul should endure... |
When I was a slave I'd look upon a cage As a corpse does a grave Beyond the point of reason What thoughts must scamper As death seeks to tamper With that sumptuous hamper We call a brain? Is this food for thought Or a farm we bought When we kick the bucket And life says 'Fuck it!' But life clung to me Like bark to a tree All gnarled and scaly Like lizard lips And how they laughed Those cherubic chaps Snapping their snaps For Uncle Posterity While we cowered Shivering and shamed Our faces aflame Burnt blacker by blame Old Farmer Doug Digger Feared nothing bigger Than a troublesome trigger So praise the Lord He would yell "Hallelujah" A good place to begin As that whip chewed a Stretch of your skin Five, ten, twenty more A currency of pain No exchange for 'Cept the darkness That cool collapse Into an oblivion No two-bit religion Could ever understand I lost myself More than once In infinite tunnels Promising pinpoint light Dreams darkened doorways Of impassable thresholds Where growing old Was an illusion Hunger bit you Like a zombie Gnawing on itself Ignorant of pain We were beasts It was true Ravaging the unworthy Savaging the meek For false freedom To breathe again That smothering stench Filling our lungs How we endured Is a mystery Our suffering succumbs Beneath haunted history We stood alone And died apart Our lives forfeit A false start |