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Tim Mar 2013
Our deepest fear is of the unknown.
We don’t what to expect or what to go after.
Even when times get rough
We still keep going and going.
Time after time
We fail
Should we give up the fight or pursue hopes and dream.
Put them inside a box and lock them away forever.
Our unknown fear is an innate trait.
Since the beginning of time, man has been boggled with the thought of the future
Instead of thinking of past
In the end, the unknown will be revealed
All we have to do is wait
For our unknown fear to pass
alex loya May 2014
fenix feather dipped in blood
signed on the dotted line
see it better quick in love
lied on those songs you write
it must take a lot of effort
too make that texture look fake behind those measures find a treasure you little spine collecter
I'm a guesser not a fortune teller scorpion seller orphan on welfare
torchered in the celler sources developers and I'm always letting her take the best of me story teller my faverite ingredients for the recipy mental telepathy extazy a mess of things letting me keep the key away from reach babygurl your never ganna be set free ****** me gently hurtig me tenderly a blurred memory that make the eckos scream no remedy dead asleep too stressed too keep a smile on go on ahead of me
if I dont respond u know I'm dead too be dont check too see and step beneath the deepst regions I used too believe in freedom like some believe in demons angel holding me while I bleed with weakness agree too see this before its finally gone always sleepless
forced on writing these songs while righting the wrongs
that help me respond and bestrong trying too keep on the right path
like a pesant forced too bites scraps
or the essence that makes you fight back on the right track
if u stay with me gurl ill make the night last
I'm giving you the world before you even had a chance too ask
I just hope u can understand the facts


I dont have let go if your holding my hand
keni Apr 2021
The body of one who has been touched with no feeling
a rage that flows in its deepst grip
clothes are torn and sobs are heard
what is more than the mockery of the Carcass the one who claimed it's dead
the object that died in its ******* of what they feared
To who has heard the mockery of the Carcass
at night by the cemetary
or next door by your fellow neighbor
but do not fear the Carcass is alive
and yet you claim it's dead
for that you do not value it by what it is
but what it has.

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