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Of Books and Bells

from White Blossoms by The Quickening

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We’ve always watched ourselves playing the victims; stood on the soapbox of our own self pity; created hell within the nine gates of the city. Oh how deep runs our conditioning, and where lies our authenticity? We’ve killed the first born of humility: our gratitude. Brothers! Our reason lies deeper than our reasoning: the currents run so cool beneath the raging sea. Sister, sister; has life just become the subtle art of suffering? It needn’t be. It needn’t be anything at all. Restless? A slow burning anxiety? Some suicides can take a whole lifetime. And to the living; here’s the end in the beginning; are we deserving of gratitude?

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from White Blossoms, released April 5, 2009

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