Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

April 14, 2004

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Shaman of war-times,

Speaker for the uprisen

and dispossessed,

You prophesize an

age you could live in now, if

you didn't have to

Beckon it for us,

Shaman, masked man, wearing

our unknowing face

Like a mirror of grief ---

Will you enjoy in life the

substance of the songs

You urge upon us,

that joy, pressing scented bell

blossoms to deaf ears.

Posted by Delire at April 14, 2004 06:00 PM
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