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Mr E Oct 2012
This quiet of the night.
A serenade to my soul.
Hushed whispers of the nothing.
Frozen landscapes, and silent halls.

Stillness yet unmatched.
But peace appreciated.
This nothing that I drift through.
The serenade of my soul.
Mr E Oct 2012
Throw me down,
Down to your feet

Where bugs, dirt, and weeds
Do meet

Torture my soul,
Until I scream

But let you know ,
I will dream

Bind my hands and drag me through
The coals and ember's steam

Lock me in your darkest cell
But I shall always dream

Take my name
And take my world

Take my tears and produce a stream,
Take everything that I posses

But I shall always dream

Spit in my face
Stab my back

Hang me up for the world to see
But no matter what your minds create

I shall always Dream
Mr E Sep 2012
I fought
I fought
I fought my friends.
I fought with all my might.
I fought until the air in my lungs dispersed into the night.
I hacked I slashed and crumpled my foes
And one by one they fell.
With victory near, and victory close
Tonight I dine in hell.
Mr E Sep 2012
Fingers pointed
Outstretched and extended
Imposing itself, on what is intended
Innocence gone, like dust in the wind
Authority waning, dispersed, and thinned
Take them away, where out they'll be thrown
But those without sin may cast the first stone.
Mr E Sep 2012
Across the world and back again
Through the darkness of the cold outer space
I want you to know that I'm your friend
Beside you, I'll run, in any race.
Sifting the maze of thought and life
I will be there when you cry
Through any pain, or crushing strife
I'll be that shoulder for you to stand by.
Mr E Sep 2012
No one wants to play with me
Children run, hide, and flee
For the more you have
The less you see
Twas the life of poor old me.
Mr E Sep 2012
Luminous rock to guide my will
Bloodying the hands of those that want
So greedily does power seep
In to the hands of men
Stone of power and righteous thought
To heal the wounds that mark my taut
Fragile body and weary mind
Are you worthy to be so sought?
Power of kings
And Power of Gods
When men fight men with battles fought
Doth happiness lie in unfathomed might?
I

Truly

Think

Not.
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