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Sin Nov 2015
Did you  read the news someone blew up the stand where the boys and girls band play for the TV crew

They clamoured and shout get the **** out as tears run down their cheeks

And who is gonna prey to Jesus and who is gonna say don't cry today it'll all be okay but you and I know that's a lie

And in our hearts and minds
We watch as crazy people destroy, the ones we love and nobody can save on this day

Blood on the hands of the different man the death dealer of now, who hides behind faith and jokes in our face as we carry the dead to their grave

And so the song fades away
And so we go off and prey
And so we listen and say
Who we gonna trust, who will be the next
And the bombs just keep comming all day
  Nov 2015 Sin
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No need to envy anyones physique,
Afterall beauty isn't  specific.
It varies,if not;the world would be boring hence pathetic!
Someone somewhere finds you perfect,flawless
So don't stress.
For everyone ;)
  Nov 2015 Sin
ks
there was nothing
that stopped her from
ripping her skin and turning it
into a crimson work of art.

when asked, she said
'i am simply following
my love's orders,
to escape my horrific mind.

you can't see him and he can't you
but he takes me to wonderland.
he builds me my paradise
where i can finally feel free.'

some called it madness
some called it a saviour for a misfit
but all i saw was love and hope
between a messiah
and a creature fragile.
Sin Nov 2015
She stood on the dock as the rain poured down
Waiting for the ship to come in
Eyes stinging from the rain
Her heart hurts with pain
As she clutches his photograph

Memories rush back into her mind
Of the day's they spent so close
And the gulls in the air
Scream a loud cold cry
And the cold bites the back of her neck
As her heart still bears the scars

As the ship now docks in a solemn mood
Grey as the sky above
All move to see the love so happy
And she grips the picture to her wet chest

Wounded and proud the men start to leave
The bowels of the great ship that mothered them
Wiping her eyes she stares in suprise as a soldier approaches her
Moments go by she falls and preys
As his body is brought on by

Gripping out now to the air full of hate
The rain beats heavy on her
Silence now greets as the world stops at her feet
And lonelinesses kisses her cheek
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