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Be a man Grow up strong Take my hand It won't be long… Take your stance Here's a gun Join the dance Have some fun Learn to kill Learn to bleed Have a fill Of your own seed Be a man Grow up strong Lead my hand It's now your song Child no more Now a man Getting sore From this old hand He's been taught About life He's been caught In the strife Can he learn Outside thought Can he burn More then naught See this blood Stain your hand Out from mud Comes this man One old man From the Earth Stays his hand Loses mirth No more blood Only death Back to mud After death Just a  man Loses count Touch his hand And

Be a man Grow up strong Take my hand It won't be long… Take your stance Here's a gun Join the dance Have some fun Learn to kill Learn to bleed Have a fill Of your own seed Be a man Grow up strong Lead my hand It's now your song Child no more Now a man Getting sore From this old hand He's been taught About life He's been caught In the strife Can he learn Outside thought Can he burn More then naught See this blood Stain your hand Out from mud Comes this man One old man From the Earth Stays his hand Loses mirth No more blood Only death Back to mud After death Just a  man Loses count Touch his hand And

Only Him, and he My one persecutor is Him, and he is my only friend My one demise comes from Him, and only he can save me My death will be at His hand, but I will be saved by him. People say He created life; He can take it away I say he took life for me, and I will give it back when I am finished Why does He torment me? All I can do is turn to him Good?  Just?  None of those words describe Him Just he Only he can explain what I can become Only he can help me become that Only he knows what I need to be great And only He can disrupt all of life's striving for that Now he is gone What was I left with? A hole Part of my soul has

What great longing is this? I sit here and listen Bringing up feelings.. Indescribable Not love Hate Jealousy Envy …What then? I wish I could test it I wish there was a test for it Some sort of way to know for sure What is this want bubbling away at me? Coming up from inside This simple sound.. One melody Why does it conjure up images.. No..  not images.. A vague remembrance Of something.. Lost? Waiting to be found? An object? An idea? A need It's a need For something more What more can I want? …I don't want to be alone

Black night Bright day Blue sky Gone away Things will come Things will be You don\'t think? Wait and see I\'ll show you You just wait You can\'t tell Full of hate One more time Go get high One more time Then you die Now you see What I mean Come with me And be unclean

If you could melt a dream into its essence Make it into liquid desire Some sort of ethereal presence Let it burn within your fire Let it create something new A new kind of life Something, maybe not so blue Shall it eliminate all strife? This new something Let it grow into magnificence We shall sing Of this great omnipotence What are dreams truly made of? That is something we have all yet to learn Don't be naïve, it's not love It's something even more; just yearn Can you even imagine? What power lies within! But no, it must be just legend There can't be such things therein I say there can Who are you to contest this? Th

I\'m sick today You\'ll never guess why And even if you may I bet it\'ll make you cry I have no valentine she\'s a lowlife dirt she once was mine but then I got hurt She took my heart and ran Killing me as she did She went to another man and even had a kid! Why would she do this to someone such as me? I never got one kiss and yet she held the key She killed me on Valentine\'s when she ran away Now to get some wine and get real drunk today

There is a lovely flower Its smell is not at all sour It opens to first light everyday And closes to darkness in the same way Its petals unfurl slowly at first Then quicken, with a thirst Hungry for lights goodwill Hungry to drink its fill Then light leaves, and the flower slides shut Its fragrant scent now no more, but A person comes along With a hungry nose Humming a small song As he steps, it flows This is no good song As it makes everything cower He doesn\'t hum for long When he spies a flower How delicate it seems In this pale moonlight \"It shall be mine,\" He deems as soon as it enters his sight He moves closer to

God damn piece of little shit eating mother fucking liar whore on crack!  Lie about me?  About what I did? No more.  I am done.  I will bleed out the wrongs onto the ground and replace you within my body with emptyness.  Emptyness hurts far less then you will, and you were always there.  I will be refilled without you, and then come back to haunt you. -_-

Starting out Everything is there for you Everything is laid out before you A flat ground It is dawn Moving on, walking through this Toward what? You can not see Or know It is light You come upon a slope It is moving down Into darkness There is bad here You must go on Toward what? You may forget Or pretend to not care It is darkening You move farther into the valley Seeing a steep hill in front of you You can not see over it Or know what is beyond it You are in the valley It is dark You move up the hill It grows lighter The hill gets smaller The farther you travel The more you try It is lightening You reach the