You must listen very carefully to what I have to say,
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there isn’t much time because you know who has consumed all the instruments.
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For many eons now I have been trapped on this planet.
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He is keeping me here against my will,
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and sometimes when I press my ear up very close to the concrete,
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I can hear his daughters sobbing laughter.
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Either I am blind,
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or I have been in darkness ever since the sun exploded fourteen centuries ago.
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A few hours ago he who keeps me here visits at me saying:
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“God! Why do the millions worship you instead of I?
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Am I not more powerful, or forgiving and truly compassionate?”
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A black liquid was seeping uncontrollably from my mouth.
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And all I could do was babble incomprehensibly about a dream I had many moons ago.
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In it a clock ticked constantly, maddening my senses.
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That was all,
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but it lasted for many days until each tick seemed like fragments of glass,
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piercing my scales.
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He who keeps me here tells me that one day I will return to earth,
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and then I will seek my revenge.
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Space Transmission
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| Porcupine Tree |
