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| Fate... So much like death I do become, wrapping myself with oblivion/ Becoming one with that which is none, I am death, I am The-Shadowed-One/ I breath in that which cannot be breathed, a darkness which cannot be seen/ They scream at that which shalt not be concieved, a human carcass passed by the fiend/ I never wanted to murder, the choice was not my own/ Fate has dealt me these cards, and now I walk alone/ I'm caught in a void that encloses my soul/ After my years of fighting I stopped trying to take controll/ I let my hands murder, I let my hands reap/ I let the evil inside consume me complete/ I am the demon pondering death on his brimstone-throne/ Escaping reality with thoughts of destroying-homes/ Commanding the lost with a haunting-tone/ Contemplating existance and my heart-of-stone/ Sir Dismal |
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I'll answer your questions with questions I'll solve your riddles with riddles I'll crush you with skills supressed and unknown... I'll destroy you with talent...tallent my own... -TJ- This world is cruel, I don't ask to take a second chance... Like a ghost...Ive learned to except my insignificance... -TJ- ***********comments by other artists************* damn.. i knew u had talent... -Alpha Omega- interesting.... -~KåMëLëøÑ~- you flowin a very powerful message there TJ.-Tha Critic- this kidd gets deep.... -TAG- Some people try to emulate the deepness, but you've got it down and to a science. -Dr. HyPaMoDeRaTA- dude ur amazing, ur skills are untouchable -DownSouthPlaya- daamn, you write so inspired -four44s4u- |
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| My Name Is Today my name is Death . . . I know that my existence depends upon life . . . In Spring I grow wiery and tired. I am sickened, distrought and haunted by fair thought. Flowers and life doth bloom, over the world it is painful to loom Its horrid, its ghastly, bright days somehow surpass me. It sickens, it disturbs it grows on my robes it taints my nerves. Spring brings life, my most hated and needed foe There never was a time that this was not so There never was a time that this was not so. . . . ~Sir Dismal~ |