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Started: Wednesday, October 25, 2000 22:05

Finished: Wednesday, October 25, 2000 22:19

I love this one. Artist: Queensryche. Title: No Sanctuary.

There's a certain feeling
Known to all who hear the sound
The call of morning rising
You're in a mystic space
Can't you feel the force embrace
The chill of wind
As it names you

Oh, can't you see the lies in front of you
Your ends so far, and still the distance
Spins round and round and round and round you

Now you cry: Give me sanctuary
You scream but no one listens
Again you cry: Give me sanctuary
Until the end I'll fight and die, to be free
Oh, no sanctuary

You're walking halfway in
But you're crawling halfway out
There's a void in your mind (that you cling to)
You feel lost in time
You've got no words to rhyme
No more charms
No more spells to protect you

Oh can't you see the lies in front of you
Your journey ends so far, and still the distance
Spins round and round and round and round you

Now you cry: Give me sanctuary
You scream but no one listens
Again you cry: Give me SANCTUARY
Until the end I'll fight and die
Oh, I've got to be free

No sanctuary

Love Queensryche. Profound music. Ahead of its time.

Read chapter 1 in my truth about witchcraft book. Folk Magic. Good info. History of humanity in a few pages. lol.

Even while I read it though, there was still major background processing. Some thoughts just don't want to leave. I wish, at least for a little bit, that I could conduct my life for 5 straight minutes without the spectre of my nasty words and their effects rippling again through my mind. Time. Time heals.

Take Hold of The Flame is playing now. I'm gonna terminate this, listen to it, meditate, and then sleep. Darkness falls.