Tell me the story of that Page you treasured more,
In that book of your life that didn't mean but
A drop in the oceans of pages filled with words and tears,
Images to rest our souls with.

Tell me all that story of your youth, lost hours In words,
Feelings adorned with the explorations of shapes
Moving you on the abstract waves of games,
Thinking of that first Page in the origamy-heart-book you designed
To impress a sad Old child.

When the heart weeps
At the hour of tossed corpses into trunks,
Long drives to the ocean,
Cleaning evidence,
Throwing bad memories into the lake next state,
Leaving the photograph I carried in my wallet somewhere in a cafe
(don't worry, it was fancy, just like you)
...
Sorry, I had to **** you...
You were getting on my nerves.

Atrocities
In times of war
We Hunt and eat each other
Or fast and almost die of hunger,
We watch the Ravens coming then
Tearing the flesh of carcasses,
Guiding the wolves and melting pain
Down with the blood
Atrocious sight
Painted.

And I thought
But you thought first
Then I realised I thought best
In another life
Where I could find myself after some quest...

You didn't!
No, you didn't.
You didn't make me feel embarrassed
With 'my poor choices,
My little strength,
My little pesky sorrows,
Petty I am.
You didn't!

No, you didn't make me feel superior when I was only something I won't name:
It is prohibited by my good common sense.
No, no, no.
You didn't.

You didn't make me feel embarrassed with getting born...
The story's too long.
Let's cut... You know...

No, no, no
You didn' t make me feel upset with myself
And the whole world.
Oh, no, no,
You didn't.
You didn't.

You didn't make me feel less than you need to be,
No, you didn't.
Creators of something you must be...
Out of nothing the anger of the paradise you always lose
Because your pride was greater.

~ Too bad, the truth is, pride always wins... No matter? No matter... no more matter and We're done forever with this! ~

No, no, no.
I felt no embarrassment with your empowerment of others....
"Ta do ****! "
Please, look for the worthy,
I have nothing good for you.
"Oh, now you do remember me!"
Nothing but the impression of greatness to you.

No. You didn't make me feel all to embarrassed compared to your chosen,
Chosen beloved, your wealthy doing great...
Only the very poor curse, the very poor for not being the elite.

Only the very poor can make of the poor even poorer…
Help the cause of the devil...
Only the poor can make of a king a poor thing.

Teachers of today teaching others to stay poor, be poor and awful.
Teachers teaching us lessons, great lessons...
On how to be lousier.
Teachers...
Teaching us a lesson, putting one there where they belong...

You didn't!
No, you didn't.
You didn't make me feel embarrassed
With my poor choices,
My little strength,
My little pesky sorrows,
Petty I am.

Even my choices to get out of the gutter and be okay was too poor.
Even my aspiration to real good,
Real beauty real love,
All petty and sorrowful,
Damnable a thing,
Something for you to ****...

It will ****... Don't you worry.
My choices to fight: all too wrong for you.
My kindness, not mine.
My sorrow, not mine.
My everything not mine...
Nothing.... Mine, mine...
All of my choices so wrong...
So wrong that they were all right for you.

My aspiration to the good I want, I know I can be...
All Petty.
Oh, my poor choices, my poor wishes
Were too heavy for you
But it's alright...
You'll manage my *** goodbye.

It wasn't too much for me too,
I didn't feel all too embarrassed,
This world is too good to be true;
The **** am I doing here?
"Exactly. ******* poor choice!"

No you didn't make me feel okay! Their choice was losing me,
Making of me just another piece of a product I won't name.
I need my good common sense to be the Blame.

Oh, the honour!
I should feel great.
No, you didn't make me feel embarrassed with your choices for me...
You didn't!

No, you didn't make me feel superior when I was only something I won't name:
It is prohibited by my good common sense.
No, no, no.
You didn't.
You chose to lose me,
I chose to fight
Feeling embarrassed that you had the strength to **** me,
Still for the best...
You didn' t,
No, no, no.

Fingers.
What can one do with fingers?

One can eat and one can shine
And one can flutter their silent good flitter off eyes,
One can scream and one can show
Fingers can tell about a ew flow
of ideas.

Fingers

What one can do?
Fist them and fight like a fool,
Fight like a gem, like a storm,
The cruel rose with thorns....
Fight like a man,
Against a crime,
No crime divine;
I hope you can.

A tearing sound of melody telling the soul I have
But you despised, teaching me how to leave it all behind
Ease the pain, let others live their lives in vain,
Their lives in vain for me.

The tearing sound of what used to be my soul, the love I had and lost
For you and your despair
You made me lose
I'll make you stay and rot.
Your lives in vain, your lives in vain,
All lived for me.

That tearing sound of love that I had and carried in my soul
With me forever,
Addicted to that love
For a beautiful sound, for a beautiful heart
That meant a lot...
Only you ruined it, you ruined it hard
And I lost, I lost the one and only precious soul I had fought,
Oh I Have fought and died for!

I saw you in everything since then,
I saw you and I saw me and there was us everywhere,
In everything you lost, I lost...
I loved, but the world was too powerful and bright
To tare it apart, to tare it apart...
It tore it apart
Hard.

It's been a long time ever since,
When, oh, when will that hurt heart's wound mend?
I care,
So, if I do I must pay! I must obey
Some rule of the dead,
The killer
Of everything we loved.

So, I cared and I left,
I didn't care and I remained,
The other way around happened to bring back news.
"I hope it's not diarrhea from the *****!"

So... I  K Red
The CaallRed world you need to stand up against and fight...

I hate it when I lose like that!

But it's been a long, a long time since I fought
For your love, your life, your rust running through my veins
Turned into hot precious metal again.

I hate you!
I hate it when you lose like this!
Now go a-head, cry all your tears then stand like a man against the world that hurt you so deeply.