And this is what shall come to pass.
And this is what the children shall learn...
A new precept for the world to adopt.
Rough diamonds in the palms of fools
Prepare for the lowest standard.
Unable to give the crucial gift of reason.
The unwise teaching wisdom.
Fools, unable to give the crucial gift of reason.
The absurd defining priority.
What more can be expected of a child,
Being a product o...
hear my words that i might teach you.
take my arms that i might reach you -
that i might reach
straight for your throat.
this is madness.
will we not be satisfied
until we sit drenched in each other's blood?
the shame of only two appaling options:
a taker of life, of a dead man.
this is why the wives, the mothers, and children are mourning.
love, as vital to life
as blood to heart,
conquers pa...
This is not my true nature.
An angel's heart given flight by demon's wings faces certian death.
I was not born as what i have come to be.
To be gentle again...
Do not let this exterior deceive you.
I can easily crush your spirit.
My wounds bleed truth,
And with the words...
Their voices are caustic,
A nasty sting from aim and precision of fact.
"How can you be so cruel?"
It is not who i am,
As...
Without pretennsion.
With a sweet chill down my spine...
For a time the clouds lift. And what I have resigned to thinking barran
Does bear fault.
If I am to die - If I must die.
I must inspire while I live,
Alongside the dreamers.
Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.
I surrender all. All I have give:
To those, whos creations live forever.
To those who survived life's thorns
And prov...
Rest assured...
This is true.
This is sincere.
Let this be my writ of misanthropy
To a thankless world of men
Who have perfected nothing.
Save the art of accusation.
Woe is he that feels compelled to pen.
Even one word of hatred.
I know the hate within passion
With which I love is a travesty.
Let this writ acknowledge these facts.
How I miss the warmth of red blood...
And its merciless to the ...
it is truly the perfect being:
its armor is tenfold shields.
its teeth, swords.
claws in the guise of greeting hands.
how does it sleep at night,
this tyrant -
heaping slaves on the pyre
just to watch ambition burn
it is truly the perfect being:
it's armor is tenfold shields,
and from it's tongue, fire.
could any being verily bast in malevolence?
as if its indifference might pardon it.
this ty...
This song:
I have this song: to sing
Certian words must be screamed
Rather than be sung or spoken:
I am alive and vigorous...
...As they toil without love.
Fight without purpose,
And live without passion...
I am alive and vigorous.
In this song: is where i belong.
Within these moments
There are no outsiders.
Within the body of the song:
Time stands still.
One is al,
And all is beautiful -
The ...
brilliance,
a heart of gold,
and a voice that whispers,
i am wholly miserable.
he is the most miserable of men.
every word he speaks reeks of failure.
he has failed where others
have succeeded threefold.
this failure suffers
what is a man
that is the source of his own misery...
to face a lifelong nightmare
of taunting dreams is unbearable.
what is this man,
a dark prophet...
a dark prophecy......
The salt from my eyes burn
As does the acid of my tongue.
Might I unearth the hatchet
And put it to proper use.
Might a tempest releive me of sound and sight.
My hand is poised, and in fury.
Only thunder gives me rest.
Dare me to breathe
When I cant catch my breath.
Sway my temper's balance.
Only thunder gives me rest.
fail the sun to shine as there is no more beauty
left to alighten.
what once flourished has weathered away
and what will not weather
i cannot stomach.
oh, the cruelty of a persistent scar.
i can keep my lips from trembling
while i sever, with regretful hands,
the strings so carelessly attached to me.
i can remove the litter of intimacy.
alas,
this will not be the death of me
if that which mere...
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