

All A LieWhispering around the corner, quick smile he's on his way.All A Lie
Watching him bleed from the wound he hasn't seen.
Embrace him when he is asleep, only to twist the dagger.
An Angel rises up to tell the truth, only a whisper though.
Fury fills the boy's eyes as fear fills his friends.
Screaming at the conspirators, crying to the assassin.
The poor fool trusted them with his heart, his soul.
Only to find his trust was sold to the highest bid.
It was all a lie, and now the Angel is his only friend,
As the boy cries into his cheast.


Another drop of BloodIf I could alleviate some of the blood That pours from your crown of thorns I won't mind being your favorite doll...Another drop of Blood
The inner depths of our mind should be the most private sanctuarys we have. Yet everyday people find thier way in and rape and pilliage our souls. How could humanities crimes against the ones we love the most be judged callously? Especially from a deity that has not and, more importantly, CAN not feel what we feel? Can some immortal being say they sleep with fear of never waking up? Or possibly chase after a built in urge to create life mokery of that same deity? NO.
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Lorenzo
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Life is a big surprise. Death is biggest.
Vladimir Nabokov
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Love is Forever
Life is Short
Live and Love for all your worth.
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Life is a big surprise. Death is biggest.
Vladimir Nabokov
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The sweet piano writing down my life.
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