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The beacon

The beacon

Beacon of a reasoned mind
shining brightly on that rock
you guide my ship so safe and true...

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ITS A WHOLE NEW WORLD

ITS A WHOLE NEW WORLD

This pandemic ,life is different now, we are social distancing,
and living by pandemic rules, just...

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Never again

Blissful Ignorance

Never again

I felt the wounds inflected on your heart,

The lies and deceit sinking deep underneath,

...

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Flower eight

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Flower eight

Would you like me if I could've leave my past back?
But who am I without it?
You want me to...

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Flower eight

?

Flower eight

Would you like me if I could've leave my past back?
But who am I without it?
You want me to...

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Puddles of Sin

............"The eternal spirit and the body combined is...

Puddles of Sin

Be careful my son; your stepping of fun; sin flows all around!
It seeks your life; causes strife;...

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How Soft Annihilation Can...

How Soft Annihilation Can Be [ Part II ]

Owning the empirical argument
is like a mouthful of marbles
Telling marbles How Cubes-...

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FAITH

Faith is within,
Faith is from above,
Faith is a fountain of love,
Faith in your...

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Psychosis

Perfect Insanity

Psychosis

I’m not crazy,
I see things with a third eye,
Using two can leave you blind,

I’m not...

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HOLY SPIRIT

HOLY SPIRIT

We all need to rely on the spirit of God
when things go our way ,and when things don't go our way...

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I'll Be The Only...

I'll Be The Only Fucking Zombie, Slaying Zombies !

Mark of Cain in my hemoglobin, i'm more open to repast on brains.
to dine on flesh enmeshed in...

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when i was your moon bride…

when i was your moon bride…

“I never knew you could have moonlight in your hands ‘til the night I held you…you, are my moonlight…moon...

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Traveler

Traveler
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THE GOTHIC SNOWMAN

He stood there looking out of the window, lonely
Wondering when they would come.
He had been...

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LAKEVIEW

LAKEVIEW

Down by the lake where the air had lost its breath mints and cattails wobbled like golden hobos, you could...

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Dreams

Dreams

Memories of a story once read from a book
With yellowed pages that were torn and frayed
Good...