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The vacuous state of inner being
Void of self awareness seeing
Who am I conceived in deceit
A false projection of myself to meet
A look within my fears do writhe
Anxiety stings demanding its lies
A chasm, a hunger, a need to feed
Oh source, Oh target, I feast while you bleed
From your essence I delight and devour
Fractured and broken, you're now in my power
From you I've taken your very soul
From you I've taken for myself to be whole
After you've given all that you are
Your soul is crumpled and tossed afar
I laugh at and mock you for caring so much
I praise my oblivion and destructive touch
Triumphant ruin of lives that I smite
Behold the narcissist, ultimate parasite
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Your courage unfettered by doubt or dismay
Your character tempered to battle display
Enlistment from spiritual beings on high
The question of conflict you chose to comply
Of youth, beauty you considered for naught
Consequence to the war which you fought
Liberation for France by the hand of your deed
A King has been crowned the English concede
Your passionate mission of promise so great
Now turns against you to consummate fate
Captured imprisoned, unwavering faith
Instructions of wisdom have ceased from the wraith
Heretic, witch, thus you're accused
Your judges convictions of principles abused
You dare to slap the church in the face
Your silence condemns them to their own disgrace
Sentenced to death and burned at the stake
Persecution content for their own prides sake
Furious bravery accomplished endeavor
Oh Joan...martyr, You will live forever
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Cheers to Death
You took a life from me
Your insatiable greed never ceases to be
You rape, steal, cower, and cover
Never accountable to the life of another
Cold and indignant you choose and select
Of those unaware whose lives you collect
Lifeless carcass left to decay
The resident soul now ripped away
Held in the clutches of your tightly clenched fist
Anything alive unable to resist
Touch of destruction you gleefully employ
Has reached out and smothered the breath from my boy
So cheers to you Death victory complete
Across the board life ends in defeat
When you come for me as you someday will
The flavor of my blood in your mouth will be shrill
Pervasive bitterness the taste on your tongue
My only revenge for love left undone
My hatred for you, will come to know
To echo eternally my forever foe
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Threads of crystal entwined within
Such is the fabric of emotion we spin
Intricately woven and fashioned with care
Delicately laced vulnerable to fear
The patterns and colors of lights trapped inside
Escape through expression with nothing to hide
Such things we call feeling of emotion we bear
The inward reaction to the outward stare
Through love, joy, anger, hate
Each flash with power to kill or create
We build up and tear down not thinking of dues
Words spoken with passion are the tools which we use
Dare I unleash this power on all
By the power of others I will fall
So the fragile essence of that which we are
Is shattered and broken from internal war
Was it of innocence that I react
Or the burden of guilt, a cold hardened fact
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No one is like unto thee
Ethereal goddess of mystery
Of your voice do sirens envy
Only to find themselves unworthy
From you lips rapture of bliss
To hearts of men, a sacred kiss
Virgin passion feeds my soul
Fainting, breathless, ecstasy, all
Beautiful excellence of shimmering light
Exudes from your being as darkness does night
In my conscience you abide
Your home within me angelic guide
Through love, joy, sorrow, grief
Your voice compels me, I find relief
Your courage conveyed upon me strong
Your strength instilled through lyric and song
Beautiful woman that graces the earth
God blessed the day upon your birth
To Florence Welch
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The gift given to me
From a young heart wild and free
Love and anger were authors of your soul
Life written by their hand, you didn't understand the role
Moments of wonder I saw in your eyes
Unspoken questions left to your own surmise
Where is the foundation of love
Gods own perfection from above
To us on earth below
Elusive conception we may never know
Your strength of effort to grasp this truth
Your diligence to believe, valid proof
Hell's best offer of strife and pain
The companions you bore as you had to maintain
On a day like any day that slowly passes by
They took and shook you down to a final lie
In desperation you sought to escape
Your death on that day is lasting fate
The memory of you was the gift you gave
All that you are was worthy to save
The flesh you wore I called by your name
Returns to dust from whence it came
In memory of Thomas, took his life in early 90's
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The Hate
Should I believe my Hate
I loathe it's victims dictate
Living within me insanity rage's
Releasing beasts from out of their cages
Of anger and strife I form a thought
Hurling words at my target I take a shot
To bring it down my only goal
Break their pride and crush their soul
A perverted joy rises within
The pain inflicted exposes their sin
Insults spat, a self righteous base
My enemy reels and folds in disgrace
Victorious pride, He's dispensed in defeat
My campaign of Hatred is almost complete
Reveling in ecstasy from destruction I've caused
Of Venomous poison from fangs in my jaws
Character eviscerated accomplished assassination
Exhuberante, I celebrate death of your reputation
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Bloody fetus ripped to shreds
Tissue mass scarlet red
Ancient slime, evolution stew
That was all I thought of you
Your life demands inconvience me
I'll kill you now to keep me free
My idol, my god, myself be praised
A sacrifice offering to hell I raise
Your severed life cut to the quick
Bodily remains in sewage thick
I gloat at God I am pro choice
To murder a child that has no voice
My will I honor, diety supreme
Gods judgement prevails, it's then I scream
To lucifer's delight I writhe in flame
I aborted a child that has no name
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Finger on the trigger I started to stall
Seconds later my brains are on the wall
A ribbon of blood flows out of my head
I look down and see that I'm dead
Of mortal flesh was born my fate
To decay and rot in unconscious state
Death I chose from options of despair
Authored by heartbreak unable to bear
Blackness of Hell now quenches my sight
Eternally Dammed My destined plight
Forever lamenting misery and woe
If only I realized I am my own foe
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