End

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Down Hour

We persist prepare

Raise hour fists in the air

This is war

War against hour souls...

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please hold on

here I stand helpless and left for dead, I believe in you and I can see throw them empty lies, seeing them...

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Total Blackout

Total Blackout

In the darkness she sits THERE.
The place that she thinks IS
the safest. You may think its...

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Doctor Who?

A traveler in space and time.
With this blue box of mine.
The adventures sometimes covered in...

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I'm Leaving

I'm Leaving

I'm leaving

You wont notice

Too busy looking good

Wish it was for me

But it...

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Saying Goodbye

Saying Goodbye

Tears,

lots of tears,

uncontrollable tears,

my tears....

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Destiny

Destiny

Sun filled days, dark misty nights, the stars long to glow

Never to know what the heavens must be,...

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Total Blackout

In the darkness she sits THERE.

The place that she thinks IS

the safest. You may think its...

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Black and blue

Bruises, black and blue

some are old, while others new.

At first they hurt, you felt the...

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The End...

The End...

It snows heavily on hillside
Light breeze stretches wide,
The body alters…..

It rains...

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Random Thoughts

Random Thoughts

Perhaps this is the end
Or perhaps we begin
These roads bend upon bend
And mend no...

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It's Me At The End

The problem that lays in my heart maybe if I scream loud enough I can let it out but releasing the claws...

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Finale

I despise and envy your armor, my frame can't hold that weight. But my exposure lets me feel and, I'll fly...

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The End...

The End...

End is a playing doll, made of bones;
Later it becomes usual tomb stones.
It’s a hymn that...

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Leverage

Green veins leak red falls.

Chalk is skin,

and skin is art.

Fantasy dream-work;...

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The Last Petal

Fresh from the gardens, the winter rose came

Blissfully pure, its innocence to blame

...