Let me not beg for the stilling of my mind
But have the will to control it..
And let me not weep at the slaying of my enemies
But be hard enough to see it fit..
Let me not be controlled by emotions
But control my thoughts at ease..
And let me not fail my people
But succeed in all their needs..

Let me not beg for your forgiveness
But feel no need to ask..
And let me not find myself in darkness
But shine in every task..
Let me not shed a tear in vain
But stay dry eyed through the pain..
And let me not walk through dessert courses
But flooded in the rain..

Let me not forget where i found my strength
But make me always stronger
And let me not fear the time to come
But stay a little longer..
Let me not need to wear a glove
But let me proudly wear my skin..
And let me not enslave myself in love
But the comfort of my kin..

I want to know your face ..
 not the mask you sculpt me daily..
 show me your skin..
 the flesh that lies beneath the shades and shadows of your being..

Allow me to touch your essence and absorb your beauty..
Tell me your lies..
show me your truths..
dance with me while you feed your roots.. with memories of one that saw much more..
 than shape and figure and one more *****..

Never forget what you heard me say.. when we first met.. you seemed so fray..
 fray fray far away..
from all the things you used to say..
 and all the things you used to do..
now they stand in front of you..
 
The cause of what you once held dear will now come back to turn you blue..
 and wipe the paint and take the brush and sculpt the true.. the real you..

My hands are hard
 but my heart is harder..
 frozen solid by the heat..
 That was before you turned it tender.. before I knew my hope was her.. 
with nothing more than just her smile she waltzed in and broke the walls
 I bled to build..
my house..
 my home..
my sheppard's guild..
now with no more brushes filled..

I touched her skin with just my eyes..
and broke her youth with my despise.. but now the mask that kept her sealed.. lies broken in the storm..
 the facade came off and tossed her shame..
and now she stays forever healed..

It was eight o'clock in early March,
one dime away from the call of duty.
We both showed up at dusk that day..
You knew you had to see me..

"Good day Má'dám", my mumbles screeched,
while laugther hid from yours...

"Good day Mé'sure", you gently preached,
concealing all remorse..

The weeks that came, could not predict
the willful actions tought.
We caved and saw a glance of joy,
an instance wanting more.

This person that I've met that day,
this girl with no remorse..
Could it be a demon stray?
An evil known before?

Not to me.. I've seen alot, but this
I've never had.

I've seen the moon, the stars, the bars,
the things that made me glad.

I've seen the front, the back of lies,
but never felt this sad.

When duty called, I took the bait
while knowing what's to come.
I suited up, and picked my mate
and there you were.. the one debate.

With options two, battalions marched
while none the wiser knew.
The demon stray, with angel wings
marched right beside their crew.

My mind was set, with no regret
this beauty overwhelmed.
Inside my head, I played the song
till midnight no more did I long.
Time for turning back had passed..

now war decides which one will last.

I chose my mate, the day before,
the day I knew she joined the crew.
Now all that's left is endless war
to prove that I won't leave her too.

Angel White, or Demon Pink
you'd think of her the latter.
Nonetheless, I've come to know
that never will it matter.

"Come now dear", swiftly said,
"The frontline is approaching".

Before I knew, the tale's end,
she saw my soul, and left my hand.
I never knew, nor did I think,
my wounds would **** an Angel Pink.

Kindly beware of these mere monger thoughts..
You'll find yourself drowning without purpose..
It's a hollow facade.. a sort of uneasy mind:
collecting, catch and release, fueled by bliss.
This;
common mistake, or unworthy error
with nothing to show at the end.
Then again, the absence of terror;
all and about, nothing to show
means few to repent..

Repentance they say, the art of simplicity.
Merely the fool's becomming;
Wiser each day, with fewer thoughts,
The simple feng shui, it seems so stunning.

Ofcourse they would know, it's not like they do
but it soundly proves a point.

We think and we say
while they say what they think.
Ever the lasting grievance.
We trust and betray
while they stay everyday.
Without ever doubting importance.

What áre we to do with our fickle foes,
the ones who fear the high-minded.
Maybe it's best just to see how it goes
and trust in the voice of the blinded.

Good Sir, can it be true?
Did you really provoke me
to say this to you?

You don't stand a chance.
You don't even know.
You can't even sense
how deep this thought goes.

How dare you confront me
with cheap tricks and lies.
I wish I could say
I'm a little surprised.

You stand there with armor,
ready for war.
But take note of this secret:
that's not what it's for.

I've been where you are,
I've seen the result.
I've written your book
with less than a look.

Your storm lies ahead,
I've béén through that breeze.
I've conquered all fears
and control them with ease.

Don't tell me your name,
you'll script more regret.
You'll create more distractions
from things that I've said.

But please, if you dare,
go find my Amen.
Go make some mistakes,
and then come try again.

The bitter taste of a poor farewell
was the last to stand when all else fell..
Our taste buds kept going on and on
begging for a final taste of what belongs..
A taste of fear from things unreal..
And the taste of true love's tender heal..
The flavour of things we took for granted
now lies deep beneath our tounges..
We realized that what we never wanted
was the oxigen flowing through our lungs..
We went on being, like seeking blood cells..
Vain to vain..
Train to train..
First to main..
What will we find at the next stop..
Perhaps a virus..
Perhaps a fresh crop...
A field untouched by the essence of man..
Or a life that goes according to plan..
Maybe this is how it's ment to be
We keep on looking untill we see
Whatever it is that we need to be..
But..
Untill our last days set us free..
The next stop
 is where you will find me..
On my back
In the sack
Dreaming of days where I am free..