By Arcassin Burnham


Immune To the grasp of the sword but it manage to get some cuts in,
all jokes aside for the killers that ride every day for an unnecessary purposes,
bills to pay when knowing your worth in a system that'll over exploit and do the
most,
its just not even worth it,
look for the people that live a box and they'll tell you what real life's worth is,
don't you give into the serpent,
that roams around the earth and pulls curtains,
that leaves dead spirits in your house , leave your mind in a drought and try to
resurface,
From The powers within and a strength from a country that don't really care about
us,
Therefore , the love and the freedoms diminished in the population where we
have the right to trust...

Man its common sense,
the truth is heaven sent,
everything is evident,
they laugh behind the scenes while drinking fine wine,
leading distortion and corruption like the dickens in a hell pit,
its common sense,
let me say it again,
Man its common sense,
the truth is heaven sent,
everything is evident,
they laugh behind the scenes while drinking fine wine,
leading distortion and corruption like the dickens in a hell pit,

Man its common sense.



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He told me you were beautiful,
he told me you had everything,
that i would like and even more,
predicting futures more like wedding rings,
and i,
would like,
to see,
you,
and i,
would like,
to see,
you,

And have nothing more to give,
to anyone else,
You better keep me happy while i'm investing my time into you...

and i,
would like,
to see,
you,
and i,
would like,
to see,
you,

And have nothing more to give,
to anyone else,

You better keep me happy while i'm investing my time into you.

Rustling winds carry away the blue tide
As you stand on the beach of maturity
Facing the golden sun of happiness
You feel taller than the world
Yet still shorter than the moon
And you walk into the rapidly warming ocean
and look up through the water
and see the sun rapidly approaching
and the only thing stopping you from grabbing it
is yourself
because you are the power
you are the gatekeeper to all
and as the newly sprung life surges around you
you feel at peace
while you drown in the ocean of life

By Arcassin Burnham


Just strolling along , just standing in place , i would,
show you more than what really happens in this place if i could,

skies are getting dark and grey , as it persuades , message,
if anything nobody listens to me so i pillage,

i could still see the stars , like its apart of my life,
i wish to find a stunning gorgeous guardian of a wife,

long hair to the back , isn't that a fact , i could make,
everybody wish they had a soulmate on an interstate,

Pretending i have a good home to come to , while thinking,
it was all a hoax that i provoked , this ship is sinking,

having life situations bore me , so i did,
the most responsible thing in the world , the choice that i picked.


/

We leave,
without a goodbye or a sayonara..
The future,
and every promise that we made is gone in the wind,
Some Trust,
the spirits they crave but it never comes through,
The Last Bit,
Of people wondered  when their hearts will ever get saved,

and i'm one of them,
its way too early for the *******,
the sunlight shines in my eyes,
i swear on life i wanna just quit,
i stopped trading blows for this disguise,
And all my life I've tried to quit,
five other times I've tried to end it,
I know that i'm not good enough,
for the rapture all the way to the end of a brand new.

i felt them sputter in and out of life
between my fingers
little tails twitched-twitc-twitched
then lay still and dormant as a bulb in winter.
fur glistened with blood and i wondered
what it means to have life
and why god has means to take it away.
lives are like candles,
blow on them too hard and they sputter out.
only those narcissistic enough to relight themselves
stay here on this earth and keep
burning away in pain until they're naught but
ashes on the ground. or in it.
so i'll light a light for the lights that died
in my hands last night,
the stench of afterbirth and sour blood
infiltrating every sense i have.
i will not soon forget that dismal dark.

Been dreaming about you lately,
Seeing someone like you and feel happy,
Missing your loud voice, your round big eyes,
Your endless stories and all the thing you taught me,
the way you listen to my problems and believe in me,
I'm sorry if I did that to you,
I can't get you out of my mind lately,
I'm really missing you,
if only I can talk to you again but I can't.