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SHAPER OF THE WORLD In love one can live but without love there is no world which will not poison itself. Your specialised 20th century diseased minds which uniquely combine ignorance with arrogance. Acting merely as you know as a label to define him as one of the walking dead. A label is a weak minds excuse for an I.D Logic is a sane mans excuse for a censor. Mental frameworks. familurarity for sanitys sake. Go along through the motions all you know in blissful ignorance of long ago... |
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A tree which stands amongst blissfull solitude to the plunder of man How true are the words of honour and self decided decency how right is your evil? Honour is amongst backstabbing bureaucracies who would belittle true courage Purged depth hides away in corners while the shallow facets of apathetic whimsicality gloat amongst themselves Where is the courage to see inside where is the courage to see yourself? Upon blissters I seek sight of whistful bleakness -Ive yet to tell you my name inside you dream of undeadful inadequacies -you shouldn't know my name Upon the roof lies still the only peace Ive ever known Am I afraid to show? Ive yet to begin I...do not know Inside away from shelter loneliness would be bareable if not for this non-existance You won't take me to the top of the hill cos the freemasons say 'who wants it?' I think its me... |
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Inside the nightmares gathering darkness only hides show me the way to the way of the dead and one day I will rise again... I stand by the portyard everything that matters has crumbled like the ruins that are ignored one day I'll be free but for now I sit here... |
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