Some people believe
That dinosaur bones where put on this earth to
"Test our faith"
I find that highly disconcerting
That your main deity is running around in his spare time ******* with people
How do you sleep at night knowing that
you pray to a prankster god

You've been a memory so long
*Your just another part of me

I don't know where it comes from
Its not like knowing
It's more like water flowing
As my fingers break the surface
With it's depth it grasps me
Fathoms down to where few have been
Deep enough to lose myself
Deep enough to drown
As the surface breaks
The water slides from me
From my veins the blood on the page
Channeling that vast ocean that swells in us all
The very same tide we ride when we die

Detritus beside the road.
*What have we become?

What is it that we show
As our hearts beats we don't know
That strange feeling we just wan't, No
Whenever we felt it with someone we can't, let go.


They say it's Love you are in love
At cause of nothing you just felt you have
That kind of feeling compared a lot
To what people felt, stated as a plot.


All blandishing words comes out within
My mouth from soul yes it's in
The thought of something I just don't know
This feeling's strange for someone I can't let go.

Love with all you have,
because God forbid
the day you wake up unable to love.
The emotions becomes foreign
and tugs at your head,
strangles your throat,
and psychopathy engulfs you.

If you strike me down i will become more powerful than you can imagine

No seriously if you would just ******* you'd save yourself a lot of trouble

Oh well i guess your goin for it well i hope you enjoy vengence from the grave

Becoming one with the force is pretty neat now i can ******* universal style

A Volkswagen sinks in tainted ink
The purple bunny’s been painted pink
The hare is teetering on the brink
Of broken limelight square.

He rings the thing; it starts to sing
A duckling, suckling ****, goes ping!
A nettle stings the bunny’s wing;
The duckling gets no share.

A shard apart that scarred the heart
Ripped out the one who passed the start
And darting past her cart, remarked
Upon her vacant stare.

A stare so vast that sticks and lasts;
She’s passed the post, she’s missed the mast,
What matters most: what’s passed is past,
Surrendered into air.

Lilly's little birdbath
Sitting on a dirt path
From the bowl she did drink
In the water the did sink