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Excuse me miss
Have we met before?

I noticed you
By your mothers store

You shook my heart
My very core

When we parted ways
I was very sore

Now that youre gone
I dont feel no more

If you are reading this
Then please know

That my heart
For you

Is an
Open door
Im waiting so long for Death
I guess he must be late
Im starting to worry
That thisll be a never ending story
But please dont give me hope
Because i can do without it
I get stronger by the second
Theres no doubt about it
Meet me at the Two Lover's Point
We'll jump off the cliff
Tie our hair together
And jump to our death

Because theres a Spanish general
Who wishes to steal my love
To be forever seperated
Is treason to our Gods'

When we reach our destiny
Amongst the edge of the cliffs
Well jump off
And turn into two fish
This Tree is dead
It fought the drought
No one cares
No drop of water
Not even her tears
Gone are the years
Long forgotten
Erased memories

Stories are just stories
The forgotten author
Is now without home
Out in the world
All on his own
Unknown and unnoticed

Never was there a Ghost in the Shell
Never was there a flame in Hell
Into the never ending well he fell
No one reads these stories
I tell.
Quest-ions
A quest to find an answer
where an answer is your destination
Called out of the darkness, the children of God
drawing ever nearer to the light way over the horizon
Eyes accumulating information while illuminating universes
Every action leaves a fingerprint in history fueling the fires of the future
a flame that flickers feverishly for all awaiting the conclusion of the suffering
We are the ones who stole the fire from the flaming sword in the Garden of Eden
to chase away the darkness and hunt the beasts to be sacrificed and devoured
to shed light on the mysteries, to open what the Maker has concealed
to reveal the burning lies that ravaged paradise on this earth
A burning passion within, we mourn those burned alive
the innocent, humanity is just a war-torn family
I am the one caught in the middle
riddled with rain drops
the pain stops
A humble man people say I am
And indeed in life I may be
But in my dreams greatness radiates from me

When I’m feeling good I unite countries
clothe the poor, feed the hungry
fame is my destiny

When I’m feeling down I’m a beastly terror
I chase after cops and do unspeakable horrors
And I always win wars

But that’s just my dreams
Humble old Paul
That’s what I’m known for
I seek wisdom outside of these walls
a prisoner locked in a cell
It ain’t hard to tell
every answer to a question
unlocks the door with a key
now I AM FREE
I dive deep into the ocean of subconsciousness
then rise up and breathe the air of wisdom
I can tell you the true value of freedom without peace
and peace without freedom
I am dark as I live not evil
the black cloud over my head
fills me up with dread
but I’d rather be alive not dead
the measure of our misery is a mystery to me
but that mystery is yet to be faced
in time I hope I find the courage to grow
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