Eternal Love (For Me, You And All)

Poem By Leon Moon

I pierce the heart of the universe
And lift humanity from it's curse,
I live out the destiny of my myth
And express through forms of solitude the truth
Which is eternal love, eternal love for all.

I guess all you have to do is believe
For what is stopping you but another belief?
It seems I'm all alone, never to fall
To identiy's of grief, to relive
The gateway of each new found relief.

We serve our whole being to evil systems
And never question why we feel shit
And confused, never thinking for ourselves..
We bow to the blind men
In the Watchtowers — only by you are they lit!

A world of genuis yet no solution?
It seems it's ran by your own excuses,
Discover yourself everywhere you go,
Forgetting it's you who leads the way,
Discover infinity as you grow.

Drifting our blood are insticual muses
Setting the course of your history,
Photographers hide the present moment
In flashing lights which revive your legacy
In festivals returning the love God sent.

I pierce the heart of the universe
And create the future in reverse,
Rehearsing another life like it's new
Basing my reason to live off the force
Which is eternal love, eternal love for you.

Once again we find the secret embedding thoughts —
Electrifying with breath desires and memories
Burning out like ancient crosses over noughts,
Once forgotten as they're known like fires
Ignited by nothing but a will's ideal.

Damn, I guess it's true for me and you,
Forever expressing this recital like a spiral,
Falling deep in the reminiscence of our abyss
Caught in a dream shaped by the speed of space,
Shrinking alone in the expansionless hue.

Each surprise is a setting for death,
Every carousal brings me back to childhood,
A new rhythm sparks a new sense in my blood,
I fade in fantasies wandering through breath
Sent home early because I knew they could.

The nurse of meaning heals the Sun-blocked day,
The shocks return as images in the air
Dripping golden soil onto the eyes that stare
Beyond clouds masking the Sun's light to grey,
Unifying purity with one tear.

I pierce the heart of the universe
And revive to art the words on this verse,
I give all hearts the gift of liberty
By showing each soul realms of irony
Which is eternal love, eternal love for me.

I can hardly speak let alone think
I preserve my dust as I pretend to age
— Who else is ageless in the season of the Sun?
Ahh, the day fades as the eye begins to shrink
Devouring clones in observations opened by none.

Hourglass droplets slash through the fields I plough,
Warming the day to a mouthless gem
Comfortable in the hostility of self-deceit,
Ahh, it seems like we only meet
What we've only ever truly known.

Which is born first, the thought or it's matter?
For the mother of thought is anti-matter
And vice versa, so did it make what you sought,
Enslaving you to the court
Which drifts like a statue in Bethlehem?

There's a place we know but don't carve into words,
Each cell within us understands eternity,
We rely on ideas of futility
And condemn ourselves to moving graves,
Reacting to life as death's only curse.

Ohh…
(Build up bass/guitar)

I PIERCE THE HEART OF THE UNIVERSE
AND REVIVE TO ART THE WORDS ON THIS VERSE,
I GIVE ALL HEARTS THE GIFT OF LIBERTY
WHICH IS ETERNAL LOVE, ETERNAL LOVE FOR ME

I PIERCE THE HEART OF THE UNIVERSE
AND CREATE THE FUTURE IN REVERSE
REHEARSING ANOTHER LIFE LIKE IT'S NEW
FOR IT'S ETERNAL LOVE, ETERNAL LOVE FOR YOU

I PEIRCE THE HEART OF THE UNIVERSE
AND LIFT HUMANITY FROM IT'S CURSE
REVIVING TO ART THE WORDS ON THIS VERSE
WHICH IS ETERNAL LOVE, ETERNAL LOVE FOR ALL

ETERNAL LOVE IS THE HEART OF THE UNIVERSE

ETERNAL LOVE FOR ME, YOU AND ALL
ETERNAL LOVE FOR ME, YOU AND ALL
ETERNAL LOVE FOR ME, YOU AND ALL
ETERNAL LOVE FOR ME, YOU AND ALL

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