Thursday, March 9, 2017

The Mythology of SAW and the New Religion of John Kramer

The Mythology of SAW and the New Religion of John Kramer:

There’s an unceasing wind that blows through this night, there’s dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight A silence that speaks so much louder than words Of promises broken A man in black on a snow-white horse A pointless life has run its course . The red-rimmed eyes, the tears still run As he fades into - the setting Sun

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking He’s haunted by the memory of a lost-paradise - In his youth or a dream, he can’t be precise He’s chained forever to a world that’s departed It’s not enough, it’s not enough

One world, one soul Time pass, the river rolls And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication And silent replies that swirl invitation Flow dark and troubled to an oily-sea A grim intimation of what is to be



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