You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
But when you steal something, you're required to give it back. That's why we put bulbs on Christmas trees to give back the forbidden fruit Adam and Eve stole in the Garden of Eden.
But when you steal something, you're required to give it back. That's why we put bulbs on Christmas trees to give back the forbidden fruit Adam and Eve stole in the Garden of Eden.
/Kirk Cameron
This finals week, I was finishing up a paper on Akhenaten as a possible candidate for the Pharaoh of Exodus, and the whole time I was hearing Kirk Cameron's voice in my head, narrating what I was writing.
But when you steal something, you're required to give it back. That's why we put bulbs on Christmas trees to give back the forbidden fruit Adam and Eve stole in the Garden of Eden.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I'm quite amused that that was absurd enough that you thought I might have made it up though
I take your hand We walk towards where the roses once grew
I lie back in the grass and dream of how it once was The rubbishstrewn streets Riperising smell of gutters and rain The children abandoned Mother recalls child in pool What is that that lies? deadchilddead I have such nightmares and you're all in all of them It's worse than you or I can ever know
On the edge of the clouds we crouch We smile and spit The pool of saliva carrascates below our feet It shifts Children with knives begin to rise from it They laugh and blow kisses at the moon
We think it's the rain I see a bird move onto the table in my garden Its beak scoops up the seeds The green of the grass and the blue of the sky Are immense and terrifying Everything seems so close So very very close Should a storm come Should a storm break and halo all around us As some savage and blind god Jerking his hands out to us The birds drop all around us
I walk into the altar room All the buddhas are smashed there Avalokitesvara's hundred faces lie shattered I have done this I walk to the makeshift redbrick altar a hundred years ago There is a small brass image there I have built this The red and black ants mill around Unknown journeys I take my lighter and torch them I take my lighter and torch them I weep, I weep The ants scatter or writhe I take my lighter and torch them torch them I have done this I am surrounded by butterflies The chid's legs lay smashed Please pray for him she says to me Too late Alas, oh so too late
I see the twinkling stars I drop a photograph I bend to pick it up My heart leaps as i see your face Stare up at me from the paper As if still alive on this earth When I return my eyes to the stars They gathered They pucker And are blind And are blind
So lost are we Oh what have I become I have become that I hate I have become that I shall say no
The bird is dead now alas
A voice whispers to me And says nothing nothing There is nothing
I look to my right and see her face again And again the world disappears
And all fall down All fall down All fall down I all fall down All fall down I all fall down We all fall down We all fall down
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/Kirk Cameron
how then are we to acquire other person's stuff, if other person will not give us the stuff???
We walk towards where the roses once grew
I lie back in the grass and dream of how it once was
The rubbishstrewn streets
Riperising smell of gutters and rain
The children abandoned
Mother recalls child in pool
What is that that lies? deadchilddead
I have such nightmares and you're all in all of them
It's worse than you or I can ever know
On the edge of the clouds we crouch
We smile and spit
The pool of saliva carrascates below our feet
It shifts
Children with knives begin to rise from it
They laugh and blow kisses at the moon
We think it's the rain
I see a bird move onto the table in my garden
Its beak scoops up the seeds
The green of the grass and the blue of the sky
Are immense and terrifying
Everything seems so close
So very very close
Should a storm come
Should a storm break and halo all around us
As some savage and blind god
Jerking his hands out to us
The birds drop all around us
I walk into the altar room
All the buddhas are smashed there
Avalokitesvara's hundred faces lie shattered
I have done this
I walk to the makeshift redbrick altar a hundred years ago
There is a small brass image there
I have built this
The red and black ants mill around
Unknown journeys
I take my lighter and torch them
I take my lighter and torch them
I weep, I weep
The ants scatter or writhe
I take my lighter and torch them torch them
I have done this
I am surrounded by butterflies
The chid's legs lay smashed
Please pray for him she says to me
Too late
Alas, oh so too late
I see the twinkling stars
I drop a photograph
I bend to pick it up
My heart leaps as i see your face
Stare up at me from the paper
As if still alive on this earth
When I return my eyes to the stars
They gathered
They pucker
And are blind
And are blind
So lost are we
Oh what have I become
I have become that I hate
I have become that I shall say no
The bird is dead now alas
A voice whispers to me
And says nothing nothing
There is nothing
I look to my right and see her face again
And again the world disappears
And all fall down
All fall down
All fall down I all fall down
All fall down I all fall down
We all fall down
We all fall down