Time Of The End
There comes a time in your life When you look at where you're gone And the child within you wonders what went wrong:
All your dreams have turned to dust, You hear strangers in your mind, And the days go by like friends you left
behind - But when all is said and done You're not the only one And you realize that life has just begun.
First you're sorry, then you're mad, Then you're screaming out, "why me?" - But you finally see that's
how it's got to be: You were born and bred to run When you hear the starting gun, Never looking back, eyes fixed
on the track - 'Til you can't keep up the pace. No one ever wins the race, But the time has given you a human
face. Don't complain you had no choice - Until now, you had no voice And if you knew how hard it was you'd
say, "I can't," And it's the only way I know For a baby soul to grow: You've got to hoe the row before
you plant. If you need me in the night, I am there before you call. If you stumble, I am there before you
fall. If you trust in only me, I will give you light to see And the proof is in the truth that sets you free:
'Cause you should be full of joy, Not an angry drunkard's toy Or a narrow-minded preacher's whipping boy.
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XX - Judgement
From early childhood we've been told not to express certain thoughts, feelings and ideals. Every part of us that was judged
to be dangerous or inappropriate has been buried in the subconscious. The lesson of Judgement is that for our own health and
well-being these self-judgements must be released.
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There was a world without a sun, So I thought I'd give'em one With a light so bright, you could see life as it was
- but they buried him in a book And made everybody look 'til it ruled their minds, 'Cause that's what darkness
does: And they live like walking graves Feeding on their human slaves By pretending it's through them that Jesus
saves.
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Now's the time to make your choice All the good sheep know my voice I don't argue, threaten, blame
or rave and rant. Don't deny you understand The kingdom is at hand: The demons swear they'll kill you, but they
can't.
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