+Antony Of Egypt - 2016 - Family Tree (EP) - 04. Water Is Purer Than Blood | Текст песни

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This is for each child lost in bleakness & violence
because they never saw their father,
those that roamed from one foster home to the next
because of neglect and addictions,
abuse and hard truths
that ended up being more screwed up than fiction,
my father left me when I was 5
and he was violent with my mom at times,
he was bipolar, but also quite soulful,
despite horrible & ignoble crimes by his own father,
its a dark story, my grandfather was so soulless
that Hell is quite a glorious place in comparison,
I would have slaughtered & buried him long ago
if that was possible, but it was not,
so the horrors persisted till he died from suicide,
possibly from remorse for what he did, but probably not,
because he didn’t give a shit about what we thought,
he was gory & monstrous like genocidal conquerors,
all that I'm trying to offer with this story
is some background as to why my father acted so foul,
it's not an excuse for his actions truly,
I grasp that it's vile but he never wished for any ill
upon either my mom or myself,
he actually tried his best living in Hell
not to be violent and wretched,
mental illness is demented to deal with
when you have no medicine or pills,
there's no need for chemicals
but we're missing medicine men to reveal this,
when your brain is insane
and you have no natural sedatives to heal it,
how do you cope, powerless at the end of your rope,
he was no coward, he was meant to be a soul
as powerful as a yogi & as disciplined,
but nobody even mentioned what was going on,
it was kept as a dark secret
and there was no one to protect them at all,
even my father's mom was being beaten each evening
& cheated on with each being
my grandfather could find in the bleak region,
how can you stop this when nobody talks
& society watches the drama that unfolds
like an old homeless person dying in the cold
while all those walking by ignore them
& stroll past them without asking why, its so ghastly,
we all know that a lot happens behind closed doors
but nobody asks, nobody bothers,
we're all blinded cause its always awkward
to mind these problems & try to solve them or report them
it's a lot easier to fall on our knees & pray to God
to relieve all of the degrading horrors
& believe that He's the only one who solves them,
like the story of the man dying in a frosty storm
who prays to God to save him,
then Inuits walk by & offer him a safehaven
but he's racist & so he keeps waiting for God,
& eventually dies in the process,
because he forgot that we're all gods & goddesses,
& we have to support each other to solve problems,
we have to talk about them
and acknowledge the source
of these doubtfully authored shouts & horrible violence,
it is not with silence that we fought & conquered them before,
all of this is to say if your father was not there
in the process of raising you from baby to teenager,it's possible that he may have had his own problems too
and didn’t want you to suffer from them,
he may have been irresponsible too
& maybe he wasn’t meant to be a father at the moment,
we all have to grow regardless
& offer atonement to all that we know
& all that walk along this lonely road
thinking only of solace & hope,
when I think of my father at the moment,
I think of Brahma the Creator
& i hope that he finally made it
to where he wanted to go when he died,
so pay no mind to the ghosts & zombies
trying to offer you toted gospels
and lores of lies about righteousness,
sometimes death brings light
and life springs from the death of vice,
breathe with blessed might,
everything is recycled endlessly,
see with celestial sigh

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