tyler-dolchWhisper

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CreateAs my words turn to ink, I begin to think, / Do I create the words, or do the words create me / (work in progress)

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Feb 16, 2012

That which is humanFor I'am no lord nor savior, / Only that which is visible, / Which can speak,

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Feb 16, 2012

The Wolves , the Sheep, and The ShepherdsMany in this world will become wolves and even more will be sheep. / It is the few who become shepherds that protect the sheep from being populated by the wolves of hatred, fear, and willingness to appose such on the sheep, that are the true protectors, heroes and great leaders that young men and woman should strive and wish to be. / The way of the wolf is one that will turn your heart black, your back to your friends, and your back to the world that will cause your mind to become all that is evil, wrenched, and destructive on this Earth.

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Feb 16, 2012

The world as we know it.Pollution in the skies, bullets on the ground, what has this world come to, when will love be around? / To say we preach peace is to lie to our soul, government just trying to make a dollar so they can make the car roll . / Money can’t buy happiness , but it can buy water and food. Sometimes that’s all it takes to put a child in a better mood.

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Feb 14, 2012

CorruptionIs it corruption that makes me blind or am I blind because I do not wish to see corruption / How can you represent me, when you all want, is to have more money than fish in the sea, / Corruption constricts you, but im as free as can be

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Feb 14, 2012

The pain of real lifeI’ve shed tears, but not because of fears, but because of a casualty, that happened in reality. / Six years gone by, but no one knows why, you did what you did, and left me as a kid. / Were the demons that you had, really so bad, that my heart had to hurt, because you’re being lowered into dirt.

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Feb 14, 2012

Inside the mind of a monsterDo the words that you rhyme still matter over time , or do they fade into the abyss like a memory you miss? / Do they fade away from you, like every friend seems to do. Not because of choice, but because of a voice,deep inside your mind, you search but never find. / Do they fill throughout your brain and exist with every pain?

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Feb 14, 2012

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