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We've got no time to lose Your news is old news Hate this, hate me, hate this Right approach for the wrong It's time to spread the word Let the voice be heard All of us, one of us, all of us dominate And take the ************* world Mass prediction, unification Breathing life into our lungs Every creed and every kind To give us depth for strength Taught when we're young to hate one another It's time to have a new reign of power Make pride universal so no one gives in Turn our backs on those who oppose Then when confronted we ask them the question What's wrong with their mind? What's wrong with your mind? It's time to rise, rise, RISE ! It's time to rise We've lived with past mistakes And we've lived with our own Forgive, forget, forgive Be a man, not a child There are no tears for peace Or the common sympathies Educate, reinstate, educate A thing of past, the trouble in the states Mass prediction, unification Breathing life into our lungs Every creed and every kind To give us depth for strength Taught when we're young to hate one another It's time to have a new reign of power Make pride universal so no one gives in Turn our backs on those who oppose Then when confronted we ask them the question What's wrong with their mind? What's wrong with your mind? It's time to rise, rise, rise It's time to rise Mass prediction, unification Breathing life into our lungs Every creed and every kind To give us depth for strength Taught when we're young to hate one another It's time to have a new reign of power Make pride universal so no one gives in Turn our backs on those who oppose Then when confronted we ask them the question What's wrong with their mind? What's wrong with your mind? It's time to rise, rise, rise It's time to rise
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Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 11:47 PM UTC
Pantera's 'rise'
We've got no time to lose Your news is old news Hate this, hate me, hate this Right approach for the wrong It's time to spread the word Let the voice be heard All of us, one of us, all of us dominate And take the ************* world Mass prediction, unification Breathing life into our lungs Every creed and every kind To give us depth for strength Taught when we're young to hate one another It's time to have a new reign of power Make pride universal so no one gives in Turn our backs on those who oppose Then when confronted we ask them the question What's wrong with their mind? What's wrong with your mind? It's time to rise, rise, RISE ! It's time to rise We've lived with past mistakes And we've lived with our own Forgive, forget, forgive Be a man, not a child There are no tears for peace Or the common sympathies Educate, reinstate, educate A thing of past, the trouble in the states Mass prediction, unification Breathing life into our lungs Every creed and every kind To give us depth for strength Taught when we're young to hate one another It's time to have a new reign of power Make pride universal so no one gives in Turn our backs on those who oppose Then when confronted we ask them the question What's wrong with their mind? What's wrong with your mind? It's time to rise, rise, rise It's time to rise Mass prediction, unification Breathing life into our lungs Every creed and every kind To give us depth for strength Taught when we're young to hate one another It's time to have a new reign of power Make pride universal so no one gives in Turn our backs on those who oppose Then when confronted we ask them the question What's wrong with their mind? What's wrong with your mind? It's time to rise, rise, rise It's time to rise
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Do you know, that feeling? That excruciating sharp pain? It shoots through you sometimes, After a bad ending, A death , A life broken away from yours, But not gently. No. Heavens forbid. No. It is; Ripped Torn Shredded and crushed. What is it they call that again? Ah, yes. That's right. Heart Break.
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Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
Heart Break
When I saw that pic Of us, all I wanted to Do was shred the thing
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May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC
Picture Perfect
you could shred me to the core and i'd let you
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
love
I feel like an incomplete puzzle, Clumsy waltzing in a field of wood chippers. I don't just fall to pieces, I shred. I tear and bleed, most importantly I hurt. **** I hurt. I've never been full, I've never seen the bigger picture. Always out of reach, lacking perspective. As my own world is ripped apart, I further delve into gnashing teeth of hell. But it's not just mine, this shared damnation, Leaves us all to rot. I've no clever line to sum it all up, I've lost the words which sing of hope.
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
Woodchipper
I knew of a girl in a little green sweater her eyes were bright just like the weather she came from a sunny place but I slowly learned her insides were more of the rainy type she said she had the emotional health of a cheese grater I never really knew what to make of that- it could be taken so many ways but what I did know was she was strong, soft, bold, and outspoken she might've felt flimsy like aluminum and full of holes, glass with little cracks to seep through, but to me she was solid titanium that could shred through anything, diamond with dangerous piercing points
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
Fresh Air
Writing in the night Waiting for the moments come Writing for tonight Waiting till the clock strikes one And the papers, are shred to pieces And the songs, are hidden away These words are fond memories These roads keep me safe My pencil, Keeps on writing Writing till the days end Writing just to pretend Everything’s okay… Time to let it go Just once time has shown Time to say goodbye Ending this lullaby
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
Lullaby
It is   over    but     there      will       always        be         a           shred            of             pain              when               our                eyes                 meet
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
At least for Me
i want i want to break everything to throw it out the window & set it ablaze i want to
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
Ablaze
Have you ever felt your soul break?   Ever had to watch one shred slowly, Hearing tthe rrrrriiiippp of each piece? Have you torn one yourself? Felt the weight of each section crumbling under your fingertips? Taking the love out of someone does not **** them right away,  it simply drains the light from their eyes. What once was joy and love, turns to despair and hatred,  all because of  "giving in to a temptation" You plus him equals love You plus another man minus him equals ****** I have murdered before, only once, and the look on his face was enough to make the tearing echo last for months. He was my soulmate, a partner, and when we first met I realized I would follow him anywhere. Only I destroyed that chance for a decoy desire, and accept the haunting that is to come. I will see him everywhere,  hear him in each room of this house, and at night the bed will sink from my guilt. As the morning sun rises I will look over to his side that will be empty I made my bed; I will lie in it. My soul will alone accept the punishment, bear it,  and carry it until my heart gives out. I love you--everything physically from head to toe, and mentally by the words you have given me(encouragement)-all of what makes you the man I fell in love with, and the soul I'd die for. Again I love you, and I am so sorry for what I have done.
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
The ****** of a Soul
Almost-love hurts worse Than what was; It's the potential that latches To our veins, Drawing out what ifs And what could've beens. It's almost as if you were set On shredding the remnants Of my sanity And wouldn't be satisfied Until it was gone. And you were successful, And I was in love.
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Leech
Oh my, I'm dragging bodies over the welcome mat and I sit them up on the couch so that they may feel at home Oh jeez, these displaced pixels and rhythmic reception soon let loose a solemn deluge of flickering blue light onto Oh dear, dead faces in the glow of some early-morning show currently being reflected back by their glazed and vacant eyes that I just can't seem to stop staring into.
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
Mortis (Legacy)
spinning whilst ripping piercing it's way through my dreaded fate dripping sovereign blood on you clogged, congested, compressed our hearts need augurs now too in order to wash away the horrible things that we do to ourselves
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
Augurs
Most peculiarly of most things was that I thought all of this very fishy, daudry, drab, and boresome. This is where I turn on the second table lamp... In a muster I arrived to the home of my aunt, where at once she drew me into the back of the house, down a flight of stairs made of tusk and bone into a catacomb where she kept a alive collection of wooly mammoths. She said the upkeep wasn't awfully horrendous as she had an invisible backdrop which led to a lion, a witch, and a wardrobe sort of thing. I stood in the gangway behind 10 foot high thigh bones waiting for one of the monstrous red beasts to come greet me, but what arrived was a very large elephant with longer tusks than usual. None of the red sillyness which I had dreamt of seeing in my previous years. She could see I was not that impressed, and so I was led to another part of her home. Around the corner walked in my uncle in is superb and luxurious dress, reminiscent of 18th century British military fatigues. He said, "I bought the E.T. ride from Universal Studios, but as bringing the whole ride to my home I had them adapt a more suitable version to fit the property. A hangar opened and inside there were four chariots of orange and blue, diamond shaped school buses with their undersides aimed at withholding a V-shaped street. Then in two and two single file order all the classmates of my K-12 years arrived and took seat into the strappings of this 'ride' we were to take. Music played, John Williams even was produced by hologram, and after the ups and downs for several minutes we arrived to what I thought would inevitably be the forest, but rather was what I perceived was a Finnish town. The chariot I was in was stuck in the street, mud, rain, and soot entrenched us. I unbuckled the polyester straps and when I stood I realized that though the seats had built in urinals and toilets they were utterly noiseome to the senses. I followed a local girl to a food mart where I asked how I could find where I was but no one spoke a drop of English. I corraled the group and told them to wait for me. I followed this girl who seemed quite younger than I to a small apartment in the uppermost floor of a very unsturdy chapel-like home several suburban blocks from our ride. She immediately removed her pants and I saw with my very own eyes that she was hairless and nubile. She insisted that we have a **** and after I caressed her and complained too that she was far too young, she insisted that the age of consent in Germany was actually 13 yet she was 16. I remember it clearly. The most gigantuous feelings of pleasure as I mended a studio closet for my dining room furniture inside her ripening channel. Eventually after an hour we finished, she offered me a towel and some biscuits, which I consumed joyously. Upon leaving her home I remembered that she had said we were in Germany, and so I produced a measure of Deutsch that I had been saving in my repetoir for the right moment. As Finnish is not my strongest language I was pleased of this and became instantly popular among the other candidates of our journey. This E.T. ride is far different than I remember it having been. Moments later I awoke quickly, a tuft of her black hair on my eiderdown comforter and a veil of tears from the merriment of glee shrouded over my face. After I rolled and balled into the soft feathers of my bedding, I twisted myself again into a knot, and allowed myself to rejoin the soporific treatice I was aiming for. This is now where I turn off both lamps and go on watching films of a similar style. Wishing You The Very Best, Sir Martin Narrod I keep my family of conscience I shred my folly of heir In case of torment or fondness I never wear underwear.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC
The Finnish Tomb of the Tween Harlot
Most peculiarly of most things was that I thought all of this very fishy, daudry, drab, and boresome. This is where I turn on the second table lamp... In a muster I arrived to the home of my aunt, where at once she drew me into the back of the house, down a flight of stairs made of tusk and bone into a catacomb where she kept a alive collection of wooly mammoths. She said the upkeep wasn't awfully horrendous as she had an invisible backdrop which led to a lion, a witch, and a wardrobe sort of thing. I stood in the gangway behind 10 foot high thigh bones waiting for one of the monstrous red beasts to come greet me, but what arrived was a very large elephant with longer tusks than usual. None of the red sillyness which I had dreamt of seeing in my previous years. She could see I was not that impressed, and so I was led to another part of her home. Around the corner walked in my uncle in is superb and luxurious dress, reminiscent of 18th century British military fatigues. He said, "I bought the E.T. ride from Universal Studios, but as bringing the whole ride to my home I had them adapt a more suitable version to fit the property. A hangar opened and inside there were four chariots of orange and blue, diamond shaped school buses with their undersides aimed at withholding a V-shaped street. Then in two and two single file order all the classmates of my K-12 years arrived and took seat into the strappings of this 'ride' we were to take. Music played, John Williams even was produced by hologram, and after the ups and downs for several minutes we arrived to what I thought would inevitably be the forest, but rather was what I perceived was a Finnish town. The chariot I was in was stuck in the street, mud, rain, and soot entrenched us. I unbuckled the polyester straps and when I stood I realized that though the seats had built in urinals and toilets they were utterly noiseome to the senses. I followed a local girl to a food mart where I asked how I could find where I was but no one spoke a drop of English. I corraled the group and told them to wait for me. I followed this girl who seemed quite younger than I to a small apartment in the uppermost floor of a very unsturdy chapel-like home several suburban blocks from our ride. She immediately removed her pants and I saw with my very own eyes that she was hairless and nubile. She insisted that we have a **** and after I caressed her and complained too that she was far too young, she insisted that the age of consent in Germany was actually 13 yet she was 16. I remember it clearly. The most gigantuous feelings of pleasure as I mended a studio closet for my dining room furniture inside her ripening channel. Eventually after an hour we finished, she offered me a towel and some biscuits, which I consumed joyously. Upon leaving her home I remembered that she had said we were in Germany, and so I produced a measure of Deutsch that I had been saving in my repetoir for the right moment. As Finnish is not my strongest language I was pleased of this and became instantly popular among the other candidates of our journey. This E.T. ride is far different than I remember it having been. Moments later I awoke quickly, a tuft of her black hair on my eiderdown comforter and a veil of tears from the merriment of glee shrouded over my face. After I rolled and balled into the soft feathers of my bedding, I twisted myself again into a knot, and allowed myself to rejoin the soporific treatice I was aiming for. This is now where I turn off both lamps and go on watching films of a similar style. Wishing You The Very Best, Sir Martin Narrod I keep my family of conscience I shred my folly of heir In case of torment or fondness I never wear underwear.
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