Flashing lights, dancing of people all anound,
Animals prancing, humans ame enjoying, their feet tramples the ground.
Colourful balloons, parades of dragons across the city and town,
Black cat bombs, star lights spark see the children run along,
Chinese style, noodles and sushi, sumarais scares,
Welcome to China town.

On Pine Grave's Mill lives quiet Grace Jill.
History of surprise and chill.
Children disappearing on Pine Grave's silent hill.

Outside Jill would regard the mill,
Knowing that demons and weird creatures are by it still.
She would retain curiousity and take her pills,
Grace with a panice face, the pill keeps her chill.

Mummers of slenders deep in the forest of the hill,
Behind Pine Grave's Mill,
Search officers looked for days, weeks even months,
Still no evidence of tiny green bean Fill,
Who went missing on Pine Grave's hill.

Friday went Jill, she rebuked the pill and now she's running behind the mill,
No idea of what's lurking in the bushes of the hill,
Where the sun is afraid to set and under the moon where demons ****.
Curious little Grace, with fright on her face, creeping through the bushes suddenly she falls in a grave.
Eyes opened wide, Bill's rottened finger in the ground,
No where to run, jump or hide.

Jill turned around, something poked her in the waist,
As she rotated terror and cold sweat covered her face.
In sight she cries, with hands on her eyes,
Wrong view of tiny green bean Fill's skull in the dirt properly disguised.

Sad evening on Pine Grave's Mill,
History of suspense and chill.
Mother and father of quiet Grace Jill,
Lost their daughter in the woods of the silent hill.

Fill my cup and let it overflow,
With wisdom, knowledge and understanding.
Upon recieving the knowledge of the new Thou must empty your cup of teachings of the old.
Attire yourself and remove the things you hold dare,
Obtain new doctrines, apply it and keep it near.
They brought me to a place to break me, build me and break me again,
By installing physical pain, mental strain and to confuse my spiritual plain.

Empty your cup, not because fools you will return,
Throw away the fluids ol lack of humility, foolishness and dishonor,
Integrity in a key value, discipline in a word we must stand to.
Principle maketh man and manners is the foundation which I stand.
My cup is always empty because I am humble,
New knowledge a poor servant seeks.
Fill my cup everyday and let it overflow,
With wisdom, knowledge and understanding,
So that spiritually, mentally and
physically I will grow.

Priceless thoughts of wisdom deprived from dark stature,
Turned the good minds into the unrighteous state of dark matter.
Black magic, black books, uprise of darkness, the forbidden fruit is getting fatter,
Live in a bright world where only darkness matters.

My motivation is as distant as the foreign land,
Esteem for me to strive ponder my soul,
Maybe the 2nd or maybe the 3rd my heart is in her hand,
I can still see her smile when I am alone and feeling cold.

Forsake not her blessings her heart is mine to keep,
I am trying to hold fast yet I know I am weak.
Tender lips brushing the exciting skin of my cheeks,
I can still see her smile when I lay to sleep.

Gathering all my seashells yet I will rebuke the stones,
One Queen to my kingdom she sits on my highest Throne.
In the art of War and the **** is frustrating me,
I can still see her smile like she was standing right next to me.

White house, white house,
Blue stains on white house.
Brown cats, black rats, orange birds by white couch,
Nice spouse and white house
Food spots, tea drops on clean floors of white house.

White House, white house,
Red stains and white house.
Clear pool, silver tools, pink snacks killed white mouse,
Chicken sauce turned white spoils,
Fly wings, ants sings of sugar blocks in white house.

White house, white house,
Yellow stains on top White House
Veggie plates, sweet dates, raisen cakes by nice spouse,
Grey clouds pours rain loud,
Mud puddles, purple bubbles outside doors of white house.

White House, white house,
Green grass surrounds white house.
Children dance, in white pants for a cookie chance in white house.
Ceiling fan under a breezy land,
Door closes, mat poses, no more feet enter white house.