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Forever

We live to love, and love to hate;

We keep the ones, we think who rate;

To bannish the bad, you see we must;

And hold in our hearts all those we trust;

Through thick and thin, to split we will never;

Good friends like us will remain "Forever".

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The Fourth and Last Ride

The Fourth and Last Ride

The shadows of horsemen on leather steeds draw near
With the sounds of gallops in the heavy thick fog
These faceless reins have come to ride you into
an unknown fear

Out in the distance, cries and screams fade away
As there is no noise to hear, but the clashing of souls
to see who wins the fight

Some will go to the tunnel of bright, the others will spend
their lives in an endless dark of night
At this time, six blows by Gabe is the horn that sounds
telling the good to raise

The ones with wings and halos that fly in formation, but
those I chose are like strong horse riffs, and your
last ride with....
'The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse'.

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Have No Fear

I am born to die, to live and thrive;

I slay all mortals just to stay alive;

There's a rumble of thunder, as the horsemen appear;

All blackened souls shall forever live in fear;

As I watch the demons dig my grave;

I hear the distant sound of bells;

So here you see i stand with the reaper;

To etch my name in the tombstone of Hell.

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Dearest Love

Once there was a woman, 'Angel' like to be
Whom i loved so very much
This 'shinning light' so bright
She was very very dear to Me 

I'd travel as far as the future
And would give My life to love her
I only hoped & prayed that she also loved me
Then one terrible day my heart had told
That her 'love' was falling far from 'Thee'

Her words of little
had burned my feelings like a raging inferno
"Why-oh-why am i always alone"
are my thoughts as I write this and cry

As my only true love
you could always come too Me
but Instead you chose to end our love
by Killing me with your words
In some secret & private death journal

So to You my Dear this may sound like a lie
but the real truth is
"My Love For You Is Forever
And I Promise To Always Remain By Your Side
Even After I Grow Old & Die"

It is getting dark and my eyes are a blur
My soul must go on now
as I try to take a breath
But what only comes out is a sigh

Now I can hear the voices
That are Coming to take Me away
and so my love it is time for me to say bye

As you fade from my sight
I scream aloud 'Damb it this is not right"
Now i feel my life quickly draining from me
as Im finding it hard to say goodbye

But my final wish of life
is I pray to have you with me
standing on my bedside so I'm not alone
Also for you to please kiss me on my forehead
and to please be holding my hand as I die

I feel it is time to fade from this life
Hoping my wish comes true
But just in case it doesn't
I must say before I go

As i talk in a whisper
with the final breath I drew
trying to speak I only want to say
to my dearest sweetheart
"I Love You."

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The Vow For Life

The wise stand tall, we don't salute, we hale;

While the old goes in, the young prevailes;

Tempers are short, blood veins swell;

Take it to the heart, or parish in Hell;

Voices from the dark, you hear in your mind;

It's the brotherhood in me that makes me shine;

I can't turn my back, that's not what they teach;

It's to live or die, or to rest in Peace.

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The God Who Was

He once raised the heavens, then left to judge his fate;

" Never again should you be here", yelled the good;

As he flaired his horns, and crashed through the gate;

Deep inside the earth, where rivers of lava run thick;

Thinking to himself, " He knows the reason he fell" ;

He then came to rest in an endless inferno;

An unholy saint is starting a new form of heaven,

that would soon be "Hell" ;

Once the mighty soul in a land that strayed;

The gold, the wine, cotton clouds of white fuzz;

Waking from his dream in a cold bitter sweat;

He said with a grin, " It is true...

I am the "God who was".

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Soul Creatures

Come watch the moon rise, as the sun

turns red;

I bring my blood my daggers as we walk

with the dead;

Some we treat like friends, and some

we don't;

While a few rest from gun shots, others

have died by rope;

We preach and drink with the ones

we know;

And walk on the graves of those

we don't;

If you can take heed, don't try

to fight;

We'll steal your life, your soul, we are

the "Creatures of the Night."