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==M. R. Singer== | ==M. R. Singer== | ||
<blockquote> | <blockquote> | ||
| − | + | I am dead - for you have killed me<br> | |
| − | + | By naming my name you have taken me<br> | |
| − | + | By finding me you have found the song<br> | |
| − | + | And now no longer need the singer | |
| − | + | I am dead now - for I am the song<br> | |
| − | + | And the singer will know no more peace<br> | |
| − | + | Until silence comes upon him and<br> | |
| − | + | Takes away the very thing you sought | |
| − | + | You heard the song the singer sang<br> | |
| − | + | And sought the source<br> | |
| − | + | And thinking you had found it<br> | |
| − | + | You ceased your search | |
| − | + | I am the singer, I am the song<br> | |
| − | + | I am the search, and now I am gone<br> | |
| − | + | The purpose was not in the source<br> | |
| − | + | Neither in the finding<br> | |
| − | + | Nor in the singing | |
| − | + | It was in the listening<br> | |
| − | + | In the listening of your heart | |
| − | + | It had nothing to do with me<br> | |
| − | + | Now let me be - | |
| − | + | For I am dead | |
</blockquote> | </blockquote> | ||
==Curated Pages== | ==Curated Pages== | ||
| − | === | + | ===Advantages=== |
| − | === | + | ====Merits and Flaws==== |
| + | [[Disablement|Disablement]] | ||
| + | ====Loresheets==== | ||
| + | [[Setite_Orthodoxy|Setite Orthodoxy]] | ||
Latest revision as of 12:01, 20 October 2019
This user will be using this page for learning how to format. Mostly.
M. R. Singer
I am dead - for you have killed me
By naming my name you have taken me
By finding me you have found the song
And now no longer need the singerI am dead now - for I am the song
And the singer will know no more peace
Until silence comes upon him and
Takes away the very thing you soughtYou heard the song the singer sang
And sought the source
And thinking you had found it
You ceased your searchI am the singer, I am the song
I am the search, and now I am gone
The purpose was not in the source
Neither in the finding
Nor in the singingIt was in the listening
In the listening of your heartIt had nothing to do with me
Now let me be -For I am dead
