A humble man people say I am
And indeed in life I may be
But in my dreams greatness radiates from me

When I’m feeling good I unite countries
clothe the poor, feed the hungry
fame is my destiny

When I’m feeling down I’m a beastly terror
I chase after cops and do unspeakable horrors
And I always win wars

But that’s just my dreams
Humble old Paul
That’s what I’m known for

Here, I dwell in no man's land,
On the flip side, there's men unwomanned,
They can be  a miserable band,
Desperately seeking a hand,
I read their profiles, for online dating,
Is this pulp fiction they are creating?
"Honest, sensuous, sincere men here,
Tactile and reliable," Great, my dears,
All searching for affection,
BUT, I want your ex's true opinion!
Can I have her phone number, please?
What do you mean she's overseas,
Like forever and permanently?
Oh, really, really, really,
What does your ex say about you, please?
Why complain about her to me?
Honestly, why are you unwomanned?
While, here I dwell in no man's land........

Here, I dwell in no man's land,
Avoiding an oligarch's strand,
Are chicks alone the happier band?
Alone but never lonely, man,
Quality friends are in my band,
Always been a helping hand,
Serenity and peace not so bland.
Alone, but never lonely, man,
Here, I dwell in no man's land.

Quick-draw five card stud
Dealt a bullet on fifth street --
    Full house cashes out.

It was a good day,
I was woken up by a pat on my head,
a hug around my body, and a kiss on the head
My brother brought water over for me.
It was a good day.

It was a good day,
I spent the whole morning with my other brother, my mom even came home early to help me up. I couldn't get up but it's ok, my brother can't either.
It was a good day.

It was a good day,
my brother came home like he always does, lately he's gotten home and laid with me. It's nice to have someone petting my sore muscles. My other brother tries but I usually stay a little bit away just to mess with him.
It was a good day.

It was a good day,
they brought me outside but I couldn't stand up, it's ok though because I was with my family. When they brought me back inside my brother laid with me again, he seemed sad and he was crying I couldn't understand why.
It was a good day.

It was a good day,
my dad came home and laid with me for a little. Then they put me in the car. as I felt the wind blowing on my old face and my brother petting me, it made me get the biggest smile.
It was a good day.

It was a good day,
they brought me inside and I had new friends around me. Everyone was laying and petting me, I was so awake and happy.
It was a good day

It was a good day,
They stuck a needle in my leg but it's ok my whole family was with me so I was happy. They were all crying and seemed sad so I tried to make them happy like me by smiling. I'm starting to get tired now but my dad, mom, and brothers are all with me.
It was a good day.

This is it.
The time has come.
My final hour.
I miss my mum.
I'm at the front.
I heard some shots.
I'm feeling scared.
I miss mum lots.
If I make it I'll make mum proud.
The shells are close now.
The shells are loud.
I'm ready to go
To Jump over the top.
I cannot hear.
My ears went pop.
I look to the left they tell me go.
I should have been honest and let them know.
I'm just a kid the youngest around.
I don't want to go but I'm duty bound.
For king and country I'll go over the top.
In no mans land I will not drop.

I saw her standing there, cold and alone, staring at the place her heart used to live, now just rotting, stinking; being eaten at endlessly until it is gone, ceases to be, endless emptiness filling its place. Her eyes still filled, overflowing as they did for a year now, but maybe her eyes had no conception of time, or maybe they wept for that heart she lost, so dear to her once, so dear to her always. If only those eyes filled with sorrow knew what she was really weeping for. Weeping for death; weeping for pain. Kept in the dark by that blindfold, if only her hands could remove it and see the light from that torch she held so dearly to, but her mind is distraught by those eyes. Those eyes that weep endlessly for what she cannot see. The earth's pleas muted by those eyes. I saw her standing there and I lied. I let slip the evil I so detested in where her heart lay right through my teeth. Why? She held that heart of darkness so near, so dear.