So small in my arms,
Big in my heart,
Age, one day, will tear us apart.
Don't disengage.
Don't disappear.
Please don't forget me,
When I'm no longer here.

Your so cute.
Your so divine.
Your a repeating image,
Crippling my mind.
Progressing each moment,
Your growing too fast.
I wish I could capture these moments,
Before they pass.

So hard to resist,
I want to smother.
Is there too much love to give,
From a mother?
I hope my love, sifts through the pain.
This life is so harsh,
But, to you,
It's just strange.

One day you'll realize,
Give it some time.
My love will over power,
And you will shine.
Far through the heavens.
Space can't dim your light.
Your that star,
Burning through my night.

So, sleep tight.
Relax in my arms.
Twinkle your eyes,
Coo all you want.
Mommy loves you.
Mommy understands.
I'm a slave to your precious,
Undying demands.

Follow your beauty.
Follow your heart.
I wish that time wouldn't rip us apart.
Don't disengage,
Don't disappear.
I'll hold you close.
There's nothing to fear.

One thing is certain.
Your all I need.
I am so addicted,
To maternal greed.
Don't try to fix it,
im glad your here.
I just need to make one thing clear,

Please don't forget,
If your not near,
Wherever you go,
Your safe here.

I'd feel wasted
In a world; placid
And I breed on its open ground.
Where reality splits and muffles out uncertainties
and my intentions are real as can be.
With a feeble mind
that broods dreams and casts onward
upon the waves of a mental figment.
I press into sufficient minds where I creep and harbor
necessities drain and I disrupt
You try to refrain from the onset of slaughter
But you are so far gone
once corrupt

I'm a savior in the midst of my precarious predicament
I lack my addiction to unfavorable embarrassment.
Free me or i'll surrender all of my people!
Slavery is the diversion I need to carry and fulfill.
Take all I have before I surrender!
Persistence is something you cannot hinder.
Favor innocent lives for a common cause.
I'll take the lead and carry this on.
Make love to the secret service.
Burn all remains of the worthless.
Break the chains bounding the ones who's heard us
I'll make this revolution the purpose.
Bleed for the game
**** all the insane
Blood on my hands is the crime on demand
Bet on the war.
Who's keeping score?
Dead is the tally that critics long for.
I'll be the judge!
Give me the podium.
Justice is called for whoever is conspiring.
Take on the masters!
Blood baths for the kings!
Rip them from the disturbing cravings of which they dream!
Who's the rebel?
Who burns in Hell?
What death was called for to end such a spell?!?
Is this for winning?
Do losers have their place?
When this is over there is still God to face.
Where are the innocent?
Why do they die?
What's the point of fighting a war that only takes lives?
Is it a sin to want freedom in the world?
When my actions are relayed on the deaths of young boys and girls?

Think of me when i'm happy
just don't look at me when i'm sad
You can't hide the emotion, they cease,
and remain a drag
So just think of me as the happy things that I lack
And hide your eyes from the beast I can't hold back

Think of all the moments we could not capture from the past
smiles that are broke now, you can only see me when i'm sad
You couldn't slay this hard emotion with an ax
they linger and entrap
So just think of me as the one you used to know
And shield your eyes from the one that always shows

These borders house free speech.
So many wish to be here.
The pain they suffer elsewhere;
Is a nightmare.

These borders should not be breached.
It is a safe-haven for free thinking.
So many broken individuals,
Beat on the doors.

Unfortunate people,
trying to squeeze through the pearly, golden gates.
Searching for a better life,
Far from the heat of hell.

Some of them, so destroyed by their culture;
They should never be here.
Because if we let them in,
We will fail.

Our hearts are so big,
But our enemy is bigger.
Should we let them in?
Are their lives worth the inevitable?

Maybe we should let this structure fall.
Down with the walls,
Crushing us all.
This heaven is useless with demons inside.
Too many want what we fought for our lives.

Should this be free?
Should we give it away?
Because we know,
when we let them in,
It won't be the same.

Too much controversy,
Not enough alike.
The only thing we will do is fight.

We cringe at the sight of change.
We don't want anything strange.
But strangers are clawing at our doors,
There are holes in our borders,
Soon they will be in.

I'm bored of this world and it's people
to look out into the world and see another's lawn
I'm in the real in which I yearn to seek out
where I feel life brewing from beyond
Such a child to want to envy
A thought so shared by every norm
So lively is this spectacle
Within my dreams that ***** like thorns
like love whom which a message sent
so vaguely drives us on
I yearn for things that don't exist
Like life from far beyond

I'm bored of this world and it's people
I sit like sand on someone's lawn
I envy a world that isn't yet
where dreams I dream live on and on
A world where life is surely perfect
And rules aren't set for reason
There'd be no wrong that i'd regret
Where life could only begin
But my eyes are weak and I cannot seek
All dreams that thrived are gone
Such a child to believe a while
Of life from far beyond

I am a creator of all Heavens and Earth
My mystical powers are evenly dispersed
What sanctuary awaits for all who come see!
That all things created, are created by me :D

In the lobes of reality that spur me to think
Are the same limitations that require me to blink
So many dreams I suppress for the many that come through
I realize my mind is more complex than I knew

The ultimate controller of my autonomic being
So submissive, I am, to such compulsive demeaning
My mind overwhelms and sets out to relieve
My senses are the enforcers that doom me to perceive

In a matrix i'm aroused by a perpetual dream
Where my life's simulation is the constant theme
With a mind instructed to believe such things
Can 1's and 0's develop beings?

My world around me is not what I see
All things that I thought, understood, or perceived
Characteristics are created only when I react
But my world I created is nothing like that

This phaneron of labels I memorize or define
Are distractions I created by my treacherous mind
Self destruction is amidst this incurable fate
For I have punished myself with suffering, death, and decay

Realism is truly my only escape
I am as complex as the things I create
Though, I fear what I think is based on belief
But, then, who programmed a mind to think of such things?