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Upon the Wall

Upon the wall I place my back, preparing for the up rushing battle preparing for
attack. Stepping forward, dressed hiding in black. You don't respect me, I have
no trust in your society. Inhale and exit breath. I am shadowrunner, the one and
only hand of death. Keeping one thing in mind, I believe some shall bleed. I push
forward and trusting in my own personal creed. For I have questions, I seek, I've
found no answers in which I plead...

Forgive me for what I must do. It seems I have lost my faith, and my love in you.
My heart quickly beating, a memory fleeting. My eyes I try to hide, rushing past the
insane thoughts of my own suicide. I sleep alone waiting for the ring of the
telephone. Where is my promise, of my forgiveness? My tears falling splashing
to the floor, I keep screaming. " Why am I here, and just what am I living for"...?

I plead and ask forgiveness each and every night, memories I see flashing
across my sight. This pain implanted, relief I have never been granted. It seems
my life unchangeable now. So many heavy thoughts upon a weary brow. What is
this life worth now? I have lived a lonely live, I feel better off dead, It seems these
thoughts I can't seem to rid from my head. Is there some other way? To relieve
the pain of my yesterday...?

My life I have traveled, I have taken the long way around. Through my pain and
misery, I continue to drown. I must move onward till they place this empty shell
six feet into the ground. Until then, here I shall stay, never pressured, always and
willing to play.

For those
who dream

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Homeland Security

I watch on T.V, and lesion to radio, the president claims victory, yet we continue
to place our young men six feet below. For most of mankind has only one thing
in mind. Look into the eyes of the spineless politician and there you will find. The 
question is, why is it that they always send the poor...?

Another bombing has struck the land, many are dead from a terrorist's hand. 
When are you going to open your eyes and make your stand? The loss place on 
a sea of glass. For the Lord God has noticed, for this must come to pass...

This heavy unrelenting down pouring rain seems to hide these bitter tears of 
pain. The loss of all freedom will drive most insane. This government has and 
will continue to lie, the reasons they send our young men over seas to die. This 
government is taking the rights from you and me in the name of best interest and 
homeland security

                                                                                                                    For Those
                                                                                                                    Who Dream

                                                                                                                    Christopher Hays

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Than Any Mortal Death

I had a dream I had died last night. For some odd reason I could not step into the
light. All the people that I once knew, had stood around. Some had cried, while
they lowered my body into the ground. I could choose this path or the other. I
watched as my friends hugged and kissed my grieving mother. I had no reason
to cry, feeling so much love, coming to me from the sky...

In a large green valley in which I now stand, this place I don't understand. The
trees ever so large, the grass ever so green. For the first time in my life I have
ever seen. I hear a load voice call out my name. I know who it is, I fall to the
ground on my face in shame. I hear that voice, telling me I will not spend eternity
burning in unholy flame...

The voice tells me to my feet, at his table I have a seat. Here all the chosen shall
meet. Now something has come to mind. Information I had never been able to
find. His time shall shortly begin. To punish those who never asked forgiveness
for their sin. The pale horse has thus begun to ride. Good thing I had choose the
winning side. I now know the things that must come to be...

Now a white robe is given on to me. A reed placed in my right hand. I notice so
people, their number out matching a sea of sand. Hey all you sinners, hear my
shout. Ask forgiveness before you check out. Before you die and let out your last
breath. Always remember love is so much stronger than any mortal death

For those
those dream