A proof of life,
Is the pain I feel.
A proof of life,
Are the forces that make me kneel.

A proof of life,
Is the blood I bleed.
A proof of life,
Is the heart I need.

A proof of life,
In the eyes I see.
A proof of life,
Is inside of me.

Fire, bright fire,
Burning everywhere.
Cold, real cold,
Something strange is here.

Flames flickering, glinting eyes,
I think I'm being fallowed.
Water reflecting like a mirror,
In its stone hallow.

I look around, with great fear,
The fire has gone out.
I am in a cave, it's light depraved,
There is no way out.

An eerie light, I look around,
There is no one here.
I approach the pool, the air is cool,
I see a reflection there.

I see my face, it's the same,
But my eyes are totally new.
For in them I see, the true nature of me,
The creature who only I knew.

One man stands alone,
Two walk together.
Three men are good friends,
Four stay forever.

One girl cries alone,
Two fight together.
Three girls make more friends,
Four talk forever.

Broken body,
Old and weary.
You have lived a good life,
Long and merry.

You gaze on your home,
How long it has been.
You know your story is about to close,
And you think of your only sin.

The sin is known,
But no one believes.
The sin is long coming,
It does nothing but deceive.

The sin we pass to our children,
But they never know it.
It would sin of leaving them behind,
For fear of it breeds ignorant.

The sin is final passage,
For bringing mortal sorrow.
For when you go to sleep today,
And won't be back tomorrow.

Life is short,
Don't waste it.
For you never know when you die,
And will never Finnish it.

In my perfect world, their is no money.
In my perfect world, their is no social standings.
In my perfect world, natural selection still implies.
There is no capitalism in my world, everything is done by the people themselves.
My world is the opposite of the American life I have now.

Steps quiet, cloaked in black,
the night embraces me.
A rustle, a whisper of wind, the sent of fear,
I quiver with anticipation.
A shrill scream, the chase is on,
But my prey doesn't get far.
My blade pierces her back, and I announce my **** loudly,
MEEEEOOOWWWW.
With the mouse in my grasp,
I stalk into the night.

An argument is a war,
And my word is my sword.
As clever and powerful is my foe,
In the land of speech craft, I am lord.

Your eyes are your weakness,
They are windows into your soul.
The more you speak, the more ground you give,
Till my final blow takes its toll.

With your defences swept aside,
I see you for who you are.
In your defeated state,
On your heart, I see your scars.

Just give up
What you seek you will not find
For you have made a mistake
My dear friend of mine

Put it in my room
And that will be the last of it you see
For I have a little brother
Living here with me.

God ******* Damb it
I want my stuff back
You don't know what happened
Ha, what brains do you think I lack?

Her halo is forged by her smile,
Her wings feathered with innocent ignorance.
My angel shines bright with youth,
Her love for me more valuable than gold.
I love her so,
I never want to see the day when the heavens call her back.
I would gladly give up all fame and fortune,
Just to be by her side.
I love you Teara

As the soldiers die,
Mothers kiss their sons goodbye,
Crows fly high above.

I value my strengths,
And I accept my weaknesses.
I don't hide my flaws,
And proving it to you isn't one of my businesses.

I accept I cannot,
Change who I am.
For hiding who I am,
Would be a great sham.

You see what you get,
You get what you see.
If you wanted more,
Poor you, you got me.

Here I stand,
I stand all alone.
All that stand against me,
Are dead to the bone.

My home lays in ruins,
Burned to the ground.
The end war victory,
Is nowhere to be found.

The battle is now long gone,
I live to tell the tale.
But the damage is still done,
The widows I hear wail.

Once beautiful lands turned to waste,
The blood has run dry.
Many freinds now lay dead,
As brothers we fought and died.

Now I am all that's left,
A country I have won.
But there is no greats feasts and life to be had,
As it was always sung.

War is mearly destruction,
Suffering and pain.
The price is high, for you shall die,
My warning is as clear as rain.

What is an artist?
How are they difined?
Do they have more heart?
Do they have more mind?

An artist is a riddler,
As clever as can be.
They mearly take the things in their head,
And make it so you can see.

An artist is a painter,
Thier work's were colors are teaming.
Pastel or black and white,
If you look between the lines, you'll find a different meaning.

An artist is a designer,
Diverse in their crafts.
From boats, to planes, to shinning stars,
The possibilities are vast.

The meaning of this is simple,
Art isn't something that is made.
For art is alive, and it shall strive,
It's pure emotion will not fade.

All thes statements are true and more,
But missing one last thing.
For to make true art, you need a heart,
For with with soul your art shall sing.

Criminals don't listen to laws, so lets make a law against having guns. they will listen this time.
     ***** are the source of all problems, so lets get rid of them. Oh, al Capone? Oops.
     The world is to violent, so lets bomb a bunch of people and liberate some more countries into our control.
     Those animals are going extinct, so lets keep buying their tusks and arrest those that **** em' for us.
     Eating way to much of the wrong food makes you fat, so lets only eat one snack sized meal a day. that's perfectly healthy.
     All these idea's have led to loss of life, but so many of us ignorantly continue. So I ask one question. Why does America support them so much?

Nothing new and nothing old,
Nothing bought and nothing sold.
Nothing to tell who we were,
But our bones on our earth.

When I fall,
I shall bring about a great change in the world.
Be it a bitter hell formed from my rage,
Or a simple apple tree grown from a seed hidden in my pocket.

A guardian angel protects those who they love,
Putting them in a golden cage like a dove.
Feeding them with love and care,
Keeping them away from a world that's unfair.
But even our doves long to fly,
To stretch their wing in the blue sky.

I walk apon the darkens soils,
Deep within the shadow lands.
I seek a treasure taken from me,
Hidden in the shadow lands.
A heart soiled in loss,
Lives in e shadow lands.
My throne I now claim,
Rules over my shadow lands.

Some of the best dreams in my head,
Are the ones in which I'm dead.
A better world in which I'm gone,
A change in history it has swung.

For only in my head,
Can I be dead.
My tears have been bled,
And the truth is finally said.

For in this world,
It is flawed.
And in my mind,
My logic is flawed.

But the most amazing thing, a glorious thing,
Is when I forget myself.
Freed from my cage of flesh,
Can I finally be myself.

When we part our paths,
Our journeys shall begin.
But as I look back,
I know I will see you again.

I walk in the land of shadows,
While you seek out your light.
I shall discover my truth,
While you fight for what's right.

When we cross paths again,
We may be foes by all rights.
But we shall be different from the rest,
Cause as good friends, do we fight.

Beware, my words are my weapons,
With poison they always drip.
Only a fool would not feel,
the damage I inflict.