We are all ready to take that shot,
the assassin is what we are worried about.
at point blank we take it,
and to the innocent gun we blame it.

You can close the doors of the CCP but you can't close the minds of the free thinking artists of this country. you can shut our mouths but you can't shut us down. but we will speak the truth trough art. we will **** hypocrisy better than any weapon known to humanity.

The greatest view to appreciate life is not seen on the top of the tallest skyscraper;
nor the summit of highest mountain;
nor from the windows of an airplane...
it's seeing your head resting upon my shoulder.

I long for your lips,
That sweet tender roses just above your chin...
Your morning glow and your fluffy slippers.
oh how nostalgia gets me whenever I massage the bridge of my nose.
It gets me into you...
what could have been.
Is now just a dream far from becoming true.

The very sight of you moistens me,
with the ****** of your lips,
the stabs of your tongue,
and the grip of your hands.

You enslave me.

But I am humbled,
to become entangled with your body,
as the gray clouds hover upon us.
your curves reflects the moonbeam,
your silhouette painting the indigo sky,
brushing me with your bare hands...

Love and Hate are delicate things,
Mix one with one, summons a toxin deadly to man.
Mix that with two,
blood and soul will be the equal exchange for these three summoned souls.

When it all shuts down I'll be going upstairs,
and stare at all these scenery.

My wishful thinking created this place,
and over the distance I see a face I cannot recognize,
whats with the smile?
whats with the smirk?
whats with the glow?

I am all alone in this place,
the gates are sealed behind me,
the judgement is upon me.

Have you see me down there?
I lived a crazy and lonely life.
Have you witnessed how I picked up the pieces that you scattered all over the land?

and now I am here.
Still under your judgement and command!?