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<title>lumo en vivo - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<body class="mayvaneday">
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>lumo en vivo</b></p>
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<p>published: 2-13-2019</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>wake up, child of fate!<br />
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face the morning<br />
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and the sun breaking over the horizon<br />
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casting its rays over the virgin snow and defiled buildings</p>
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<p><a href="gopher://sdf.org/0/users/psztrnk/log/20171219.txt">Generation A</a> turns their heads to the sky<br />
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finding something unsaid yet all-known<br />
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growth stubbornly pushing through the cracks<br />
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freedom in restraint<br />
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the land beneath our feet roils in sudden breath</p>
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<p>"in strange aeons, death will die":<br />
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but now is strange- and now, even death has succumbed to death<br />
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so let there be no more tombs!<br />
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I live, and I live forever<br />
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through these words, through these works</p>
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<p>although one day I may be confined to a coffin six feet below<br />
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to the here and now:<br />
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may my feet never fail me!<br />
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may my body disintegrate before my dreams do!</p>
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<p>tomorrow will never come:<br />
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today is all we have!<br />
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and it is all we will ever have.<br />
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no more waiting for better days that will never arrive;<br />
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no more pining for pasts that never took place.<br />
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no more self-sacrifices on the altar of time,<br />
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in vain hopes of achieving the eternal and divine.<br />
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I will carve my own path; I will choose my own fate!<br />
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and if I go up in flames, it will be for the whole world to see!</p>
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<p>my name comes from no man or woman<br />
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for what is a name but a word we agree on for a person?<br />
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but I do not care for your agreement<br />
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and I do not live for your validation.<br />
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I say my name is Vane Vander.<br />
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whether you choose to refer to me as such,<br />
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that is your business<br />
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and no matter which path you walk on<br />
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it does not stop me from walking my own</p>
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<p>walking through the blue and the gold<br />
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the new and the old<br />
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two arches that stand in front of me<br />
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where we used to play<br />
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and give praise to our father<br />
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but our father is gone, his temples and churches shattered<br />
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and you stand beside me by the rubble<br />
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sledgehammer in hand</p>
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<p>we raise our gazes to the sky<br />
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together until the end, you and I!</p>
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</body>
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