UntitledEre I met you, my world hath fallen dark All shades of bitter gloom and murky grayUntitled
But whence to your soft singing I did hark Twas like the brightness of a newborn day My love, they jeweled eyes and soft dark hair And lovelier than any work of art And worth far more to me than golden ware The treasured joys of my eyes are heart Thy soul, sweet kindness a lord befitting And they spirit, passion pure as flame Did capture my heart so endlessly flitting Twixt love and lust, chivalry and shame They very name doth holy sound In you love have I finally found.
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He ponders the colors in a cold rain Steel gray curtains cutting long muddy streams He hears each drop, another soul to drain Down the endless tunnel of sleepless dreams
He knew he believed in his Fuhrer's sight The white and black that he knew so well When things used to be so easily right The children he hears still call out from Hell.
The cigarette lit with unshaking hands He sees the smoke from stacks that scraped the sky That carries solutions to blood's demands Simple solutions to black out the lie
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Masquerade puppet, weary with time Its the same dance it has been for years Camarilla rhythm, Malkav rhyme
Bumps in the night, childhood fears
Mindful of the hunger, beware of the beast Masquerade puppet, dance on their strings Be quick abed before the rise in the east Til you can follow the whims of bygone kings
Beyond life, beyond dying, lost evermore Come when they call, make your report To your city's jester, he breeds the war Dance, little puppet, before the court
The first night's a blessing, eternally cursed &nb
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I fear to look beyond my darkest night To see your face in shameless moon embrace A lonely heart that lurks on brim of light Your blindest eye shall shy from forlorn face Serene of all the eyes you lay on me Seraphic spirit flying may it be To hide one secret grotesque soul from thee Is sin so much obnoxious mind can see A black rose stares from smothered hate within Her withered life as petals fall from fear You have all chance to force on thorns a win Like Raven fly to prey, to close, to near And I, not one with death nor morbid sin &
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Sure I practice what I preach. I just havn't perfected it yet.
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