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I have written this letter of my impending death
Of my own will, my delusion, in my last breath
A spear breaches the armor, pain penetrates the soul
I bear this wound in horror and march on through the snow
Oh, that I were home with you
Blessed to be of the surviving few
To live the dream of freedom’s bliss
To escape the ink of death’s list
There the young shall fear no more
The old shall rest with unlocked doors
There I shall play guitar and sing
And through the walls our laughter rings
Friends and neighbors shall smile and wave
There upon fresh linens we shall lay
To sleep the dark and rejoice the dawn
There the ties to life hold strong
Yet these tides have turned against the meek
My burning eyes grow tired and weak
I fear the cold has come to stay
And the blinding night has replaced the day
I attempt to hide in my pretense
But the storm is nigh, the fog grows dense
Redeemer of these fallen stars
The sky grows darker where you are
By these sands of time running low
I’m not so far from letting go
An enemy dances at our gates
Internal bigotry, fear and hate
Our children die in foreign wars
And here we ask "what was it for?”
Until at last we are no more
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC
Have you ever burn for someone
You can never have
The nectar of the gods
Will only drive you mad
Do you wonder what might be
If we had never been
If we could rewind time
Would we fall in love again
At this point I could never stop
I would bite her even deeper
No way I would throw her back
In a pumpkin I would keep her
Gypsy girl the way you shake your stuff
Make me know that I’m alive
Country girl I like to feel you up
Before I tie you down and drive
At this point I could never stop
I woud bite her even deeper
No way I would ever throw her back
In a pumpkin I would keep her
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC
To and fro I travel
Yet I find no place to rest
The hardened heart
Grows colder
Bleeding less and less
Yet as I lay
Upon hard ground
There's a lack of comfort
To be found
Still my restless spirit
And my hungry heart
Beckons me to worlds afar...
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
Underdog was cold and tired
When he took his first red pill
Hidden within his ring
On his K-9 finger
It was quite the mighty thrill
Scooby-Doo and Shaggy too
What's in those Scooby Snacks
Up against the perils of evil
Yet the snack still brings you back
Mighty Mouse and his magic powder
He snorted magic up his nose
When I was just a little kid
So many years ago...
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC