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excuse my soul, it wonders of cold, cold so warm the temperature died as it rose.

let it grow

people, dont you wish...dont you wonder?
this world. i am nothing, i am less than nothing...
i am the scab of an old scar, long forgotten, tossed aside...
i will never be remembered...no one will utter my name in a thousand years...
but you...you whose soul is connected through me with these letters, you should know.
this boy, this man...this flesh...born of the devil's spit in the dust...will fight forever.
i will never give into myself, never deny truth, and i will die, for you.
whom else is there.

peace

Stolen Locket of Hadji

You will always come down from a high, but the buzz can last as long as you will.

Name

if you asked me my name to you i couldn't recall, i would simply retort as a man would in awe, i'll let my wind bellow, and sprinkle you with my glee, for within a title lies the fruit of irony.

you wish to be single yet you wish to be full, and the treasures you hunt are the burdens you pull, so how in this weather could the mayflower be sheltered, the rain will seep under and flood bathe your slumber.

protrude from the thought i had, call a truce, alright, my name is 666 sylables yet it was created in one night, if you can guess who i am, we would be certain for sure, that neither of us care, about the titles of the world.

preposterous and blasphemous you say i have a name, it is JESUS it is GLORY it is HALLELUJAH REIGNS!

You se e what is there

I can't see whats not there right in front of my eyes, if its behind that big face of yours move so i can get high, what are you doing gazing so solem at me, i told you once already why can't that just be.

fore scores and bloody pores i sweat in sweet sorrow, its not whom you greet in the day but who does stay to be met in the morrow.

looking all around what isn't here, my love for you your love for the air, in despair i wrote poems of deadly cavern dashers, but now i merely long for a pure woman to chase after.

i had a dream that one day i would be, in a dream able to love as i please.

Lost gadet

i lost my strategy, i have no way of thought, i lost those precious lines i wrote, and all the ones that slipped away.

the pain evades my mindful chasm, i speak to you words, but you only feel savage. take what you want, fuck what you love, screw up your life, mess with the dove.

i really do love you, that is the saddest tragedy, now i see what turned the wickyd witch of the east.

or was it the west, that was set on fire, smoking screams deadly dreams children in a funeral pyre.

so steadfast in my eye, a prize what prize to find, the only thing i can see, or think of eluding me, is what shall come to pass, the girl and the midnight grass, grazing on her soft chilled skin, taking souls as they come in...i wish i may i wish i might, be able to dine with her one last night.

of course, for the fate of the world....it will never come true...because i really love you

So strange and stolen this mentality of mine, to afraid to go, pissed because i'm fine, can you believe the stress recieve when all is well and no one needs, well i'm in need and i'll tell you why, i've come to despise the wind and sky, i haate them all for they hate me, and in this hate lies animosity.

i fucked up before lunch, before i even woke up, this day was destined for me to end up in a hunch, of where to go what to do, and when will this thing die, the demon man that gnaws at my soul, ever so slowly, ever so wycked...could he be the sun? or just another whisp that never did come.


Iii

Rain forms in Sullen minds

a breath so cold and a mind so wide,
kissing girls all around with lies,
i lov eyou you love me lets smoke up the tree,
i loveyou you love me lets die in the wind,
never would i give away, what could be taken with ease,
but to you i'd give the whay i think and surely the air i breathe.


a^^666...888000999

Who really deserves to die...

who makes the rules of you live and you die,
who lays the law of a lonely soul, and too much pride,
i tell you i know not his name but i know his face,
and i tell you the man we who must be killed this day,
his name is Time and he's the father of decay,
his wife did die, because he let her tick away.

Third Reign of Karanicuss

Blue eyed death is such a simple way,
greeen eyed death is more the tragic plauge,
brown eyes seal the death away,
my eyes kiss the devils face.

*muah* to you the wings beneath the world
*muah* to you the shadow beneath his wings

Second Order of Aranicus;-_+

All Earth is Holy.

First Observance of Aranicus

How you treat others is how you are treated.

Vision of Life

"My eyes were already open when they were turned on for the first time"

~Ria

High Street

Got a friend on high street, gonna meet up sometime soon,
Rocked the house on high street, made some toast.
Fell in love on high street, there were too many youse,
Got killed off high street, my spirit haunts the Coast.