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Shared love, you and I
for a long time
until that little crime
Commited by the heart
Commited by greedy arms
Drove me apart
thought of many harms
Now faith untrust
had everything turned to dust
The metal rusting
The wind gusting
moved on swaying Time
Repeat
Arise
New moon
true beauty to the eyes
Happiness reaches zenith noon
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See the eye growing from the madness of truth
Wacth the story unfold from the depths of
Hell
In the middle of the eye of the raging storm.
"SLAM!"
Goes the door, creaking off those old hinges.
Trying to pace away the truth,
Running, wishing, comes together
Can't think straight, letting things break inside.
Mile high barriers shattering like glass,
Giving up to the pressure of a shotgun shell,
Losing to the rage, the animal inside.
Racing up the green grass hill
Wanting a target for the frustaration, have found the Mark.
"One. Two. Three." quick hits to the sappy brown bark.
Knuckles start to rip open and
Ooze our red blood,
The Tree Always Wins,
But so lost in the animal, nothing matters
But using the adrenaline rush for
Something powerful and physical.
rying out in to the black night,
Letting out the emotional hold the
Revealed Truth and Lies have given.
Wanting for more release,
Want this aggression gone
Like nothing else before,
"SMASH!"
Goes the already scratched up knuckles in to another solid object,
A Giant Rock,
Giant Rock feels no pain
Has no man-made dent
About the size of a raging fist imprinted in its unbroken surface.
The Giant Rock Always Wins
Well, my friend
Starting to wish the truth had not been said,
See the bandages on the left hand and the cast fitted for the right
Know what has been done,
Gone and tried to break something that can not be broken,
No matter how easy it seems when you are drugged up
Seeing the color of revenge, red.
Knowing what remians, tonight there will be
Another episode
Can only imagine what else will become broken
After the fight that human flesh can never win.
Deadly quiet,
No scurrying of pests in the mildew soaked grass.
No one whispering in the dead of the night.
Nothing.
Until a beasyly roar escapes in to the black of the night.
The roar screams in to the black void, yelling, "
Why does the
Tree Always Win!"
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how do i escape?
Dead in the night
What happened to the light?
Blueblack shades
Body drapped
Can this be alright?
What is way of right?
Piercing screams
How could this be?
Happen to me
Hollow inside
bloodied scars prove
no where to hide
alone, lost love
attempted flight, broken-winged dove
fall
Fall
Fallen
Angelic hope
None
Demonic presence abuse
What happened to the son?
Exploding beetle juice
Raping pleasures
How do i escape?
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Have you ever felt that rush?
Running with the wind, roaring at your back
Attempting to lift off, jump in to that blue sky
Where all dreams may come true
Nothing is holding you, yet something scares you
Is it the depths where one may fall?
C'mon, raise that head tall
And take that leap of faith
Everything before and after will fade
You will live no more in the night
You just gotta wake up in to the light
Wake up now, trying to show you
Just take that leap of faith
And all will become clear
You are stuck in a dream,
One you think is reality, when it is just a trap
It dulls the senses, saps who you are
And changes that.
C'mon, fight out of the nap that has
Wrapped you up, step in to the light
And take that leap of faith
You gotta wake, stop playing fake
Gotta wake or that one chance
Will be gone forever
Please take that leap of faith, all
Will become clear and what I stand for
Wake up from the nap, just a trap from the night
Fight back and step in to the light
Who you are will become clear,
Just take that one step forward
Stop taking bounds backward
and take the Leap of Faith
One Leap of Faith
C'mon, just take the Leap of Faith
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Playing the game of love and hate
Attempting to make a clean slate
Heightening emotions, daily fun turning in to nightly fears
Saddening eyes, glistening with tears
Fall'ing drowning in the cold downpour
Falsely reacting to that predetermined Hour
Stop thinking like a withering flower
I gave the warning, look for the old heed
Done has been the Deed
Thinking alone, left to slowly bleed
Breathe, the new fresh air
Do something else to find what cares
Control the urges, you have done nothing wrong
Stop singing the guilty song
Leaves continue to fall, time goes onn
Wounds become scars, scars become memories forgotten,
Time goes onn
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