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Red EarthWhen bloodshed is necessary and lifespans tend to vary.
Please dear, the banner you must carry from battle to the end.

Now dear, stop your crying.
Your tears won't stop your loved ones from dying.

On the ground, the corpses are lying.
Bleeding red into the earth.

Daughters and sons, keep on fighting.
As long as the enemy is still biting.

For the future of this country you are writing.
The end is drawing near.

Reload your guns and continue shooting.
Till the opposing side is no longer moving.

Let this be a warning to them because we refuse to loose.

When bloodshed is necessary and lifespans tend to vary.
Please dear, the banner you must
To FreedomO! little bird, have you come to join me
As I weave the melody of my soul?
Each arpeggio sweeps me to countless New Worlds at once
Each crisp trill links to my back New Wings, pair by pair
Our song of passion, crystalline and clear
    Unheeded, naïve, so pristine and pure
Which even iron whips and steel rods cannot break
As long as our hearts and souls soar free,
    Just as you and your wings
May our minor scale be the only dark scale
    And the only dark stairs we must climb!
May our minor cadence be the only cruel cadence
    And the only cruel bars we must find!
Let us sing, then, 'til
The heavy footsteps of reality or sleep
Tread upon our graceful fantasies;
Until then, let us sing! --- a thousand years to this freedom
Liberty, long live and prosper.

Let Her GoYou say you love her,
but her love for you is low
if she doesn't feel the same as you,
you have to let her go

She says she doesn't feel love
you're more of a friend than so
so as of right now,
you must let her go

She does like, but nothing more
when it comes to dates, she says no
so without further ado,
just let her go

She needs a friend, not a boyfriend
can you understand?
she's not ready for a relationship
be a shoulder she could cry on
and be a great friend
there's my tip

You say you love her,
but her love for you is low
if she doesn't feel the same as you,
you have to let her go

She says she doesn't feel love
you're more of a friend
Sleep (I Know)And I know
when I say your name
I'm safe
when I close my eyes today
I'll see you again
tomorrow

And I know
that my fears are all that's left
that keep me from your arms
that keep me from you
and seeing you again
tomorrow

And I smoke
to burn away my tongue
so that I won't lie again
and yet here I stand
wishing that I could speak
wishing that I could say

I love you

What truth is there
what I believe
what truth is there in honesty?

Well the truth is there
if I believe
the truth is in my honesty

To hell with Hell

And I want
the sun to have your eyes
and looking over me
until mine are open

So I'm dying
on my journey to be born
If I'm supposed to fly so high fly for meIf I'm supposed to fly so high
Suppose the sunlight stings my eyes
Will these tears be dry by nighttime
And will these battle scars be healed by moonlight
Or concealed by the lack of brightness
I feel like the city lights looking up are sightless
Despite their shine
And will the clouds catch me if the stars bite
Maybe in time
Perhaps you should patch me up with morning glue
The fog shrouds the sky's hue
And everyone waits for light to break through
And we fake it too
Everyone waits
For things past due
Last time a lightbulb wasn't enough
It was stuff
Just stuff
And my nightlight was tough
It's bluffs and fights were more than alright
And my d
War Cry of My SoulWhy does the world stop breathing
When the candle is blown out?
And the oceans are a deep maroon.
The army is lead by the dead platoon,
The rebel yell is a dispassionate shout.

Killing time with the painting
And the bleeding and the ink.
If the captain isn't leading
Or the commander is passed out in the sink.

In the first world there are problems
And some superficial pain.
But the struggle still continues
Magnified in any venues
And the human condition's a constant drain.

When the acid in your teardrops
Hits your pillow in the sun.
Stopping space from bending round the like
Of repast  and exercise bikes.
A holographic point twenty two gun.
A few words from a song I'm scared to like!Two billion more will die tonight!
Imagine stacks of burning flesh,
Whole city blocks now house the ashes of mankind.

Sounds of inhuman laughter spreading forth across the earth.
Look on, there's not much left to see.

When all the humans start to die...
When all that don't shall go insane...
As they look up at blackened sky,
THE GOBLINS KILL AGAIN!

In times before the goblins came,
We only had ourselves to blame,
For the problems in our lives,
Spiralling down towards our demise.

We used to laugh, we used to cry,
Now the only thing we do is die!
Dying slowly in the winter light,
No one survives tonight!

The end of days is here
hope for a brighter tomorrowi want to understand but i dont
ive tried to understand but i cant
theres a mess
and its not just on the floor its a clutter of you
and time
hasnt healed all things just yet
i can however understand the feeling of being lost
i think thats something we both
acquired during out childhood
you are my sister my best friend
so i need to be honest and i dunno
when i will so im writing it down in hopes you see it
i love you with all my heart
but your broken
and you need help and i get thats hard to hear and im not perfect i have
my flaws and there huge as well but if we work together to fix them then
maybe will be ok it takes time
and
Beyond AllA lilac forest, a magic lamp,
a rose lost in time…

A living mirror strung on a wall,
a name none can speak…

These are but a few havens
where I go to hide from me.
But looking all around this world,
what do I see?

What do I see?

I see faces!
I hear voices!
I feel Heaven reaching out to take my hand!
And in this hour, I learn
Who I am.

A lonely cottage, a golden street,
a bridge of songbirds…

A steadfast warrior sans one leg,
a lake of moonlight…

How I cling for dearest life
to visions of a brighter time.
But tales of a ruthless world
bid me to hide.

Yet what to hide?

When I see faces!
I hear voices!
I feel
Evil Food Eater Conchita EnglishA mansion behind the hills, walking through the hallways
You will smell the stench of the last supper as always.
There is food, it is so crude, eat it now? No one will dare.
A young maiden sitting there, eating it without a care!

The brunette's name? It is a shame, it's Vanika (Or Banika. Whatever you prefer.)Conchita.
The name heard 'round the world: Epicurean Senorita.
After days of the gourmet she has reach far beyond that.
Now the world's most gruesome foods is pretty much where she's left at.

Answer her calls or is it death?
Conchita is waiting either way!
Prepare the foods until nothing's left.
We'll make sure she won't waste away!

I
Lyricia :DRememeber those lyrics from yesterday in my journal? thanks to two friends it evolved XD

the future is rising up before me, the record goin round and round, the sun risin, the moon fallin, the scratch of the hands of fate manipulatin the sound, makin the true remix that which is life.

Friend 1

Sounds monotone to aching bones and broken tones as the world hits repeat on broken beats tapped out by worn out soles on blistered feet.

Friend 2

for to ask for a new sense of originality is to ask for a new sense world wide equality. a twisted psychology, an impossible philosophy, but press fast forward to the near future, and we'll see who soun
captain flint's treasureThe map to find flint's treasure
is that a curse or pleasure?
I'll let you decide
for I leave with the first tide:
for many years it's haunted 
by every scoundrel wanted
eight hundred thousand doubloons of gold 
can make a coward oh,so very bold.
Now hide it and or burn it
but don't ever return it
to the mates from old flint's crew 
or,hear me,that day you'll rue!
 Do not search that treasure
that path is bloody hell.
Many traveled it
yet all of them befall
if you insist on searching
and for the treasure working
take my protective wrapping
for there are dangers lurking
Such grim faces,corpses dying left and right
oh well,a treasure has a certain might
to twist a person's mind,to corrupt his soul with greed
it's a shame that on gold a human can not feed
We stand above the treasure
the air is tense with pressure.
The chest was filled with charcoals to the half
looks like flint got his final laugh 
Imaginary FriendsChorus: Don't say what you don't mean anymore.
Don't plan to do what you know you won't.

You play pretend because it's fun for all.
In a world that is not so small.
(End Chorus)

It's a broadcast where we play for keeps.
Hurt for fun, it'll be okay so long as you don't get hurt
get into fights, scrape your knees for the sake of being right.

The spotlights are everywhere for the people
wanting their fame, getting their hunger for a better life satisfied.
But at night... hiding from eagles in the sky

it was just a game until you got fucked over.

Chorus: And you learned to stay away from plot holes
never to call people your toys anymore.

I
DeeperI'm floating down (and deeper)
into darkness.
No beams of light (I am)
completely sightless.

I wanted to discover worlds,
to build my home on solid ground.

This solitude (crushing me)
like the pressure
I have now reached (the bottom)
so cold and dead.

I wanted to find worlds with you,
and now I find them all untrue.

And I retreat to sleep, (I've found peace here)
to my ghastly wet grave. (in this realm deep down)
Closing eyes, ceasing breathing. (I will stop swimming)
Consciousness slips away. (and I will drown)
Nightmares mar my sleep, (I've found peace here)
despair haunts my wake. (in this realm deep down)
Though you did not mean to do
The StingTake a knife to my own back
In my arm, I carve "I do,"
Take my life, then give it back
The sting, it feels like you

Heart transplant, bad repair
Stitches unraveling
Something 'bout your icy stare
Makes me choke down gravel rings

And the sting, it feels like you

Arrowheads, stuck too deep
Rip them out, the flesh comes too
Laying back, swallow my teeth
My heart is a cavity

And the sting feels just like you

Scorpions, fire flick
Tear off my ears, to deafen the blow
Gouge out my eyes, the blood runs thick
Down the riverbed, it flows

And the sting, it feels like you

I'm not a masochist
But I crave the sting
Like every time I wake up
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The Courtship of the WinterBlack canopies drift across a midnight sky
Obscuring white stars as I walk on by,
Their bony fingers reach across my upward view,
So that the best I can do is try to peer through.
The winter's bitter cold now shakes my heart,
Her wind keeps blowing but the fingers won't part.
I can do nothing to see those ancient lights
So I'm left walking forward into Winter's blights.
The cold makes the ground crunch, makes my breath steam.
I wish I were asleep, for its never cold in a dream.
I pull the coat close in vain, my bones begin to freeze.
I collapse backward, to be left facing the tops of those trees.
But just as the cold begins to f
The Man Who SmilesHis words are unheard. His stories unended.
His walk is a limp, his limp is befriended.

By the stench of defeat, it reeks of death,
That's granted to those who wasted their last breath.

But he smiles a smile, and presses on forward,
He hasn't the slightest where he's headed toward.

His woe is uneasy; his will is rotting and broken.
His jokes are known to him as unspoken.

What fumes come around the solemn street's corner?
It's the man who smiles when he should be a mourner.

I sit and watch him, and avoid his gaze,
His façade is unwavering for days and days.

Denial is his morning, rejection is his night.
He cries in his dreams

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Self Destructor

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Can she walk a way of those around her?
Can she raise her eyes from the ground?
Can she give herself a moment of glory?
Will she let her ambitions drown?

She is the self destructor.
Love your life and Carry on.
She is the dark conductor.
And I will fade when she's gone.

Solemn words of self-despising,
Drowning praise in a sea of black.
Taking aim at her own reflection,
And she orders her own attack.

She is the self destructor.
I must find her another way.
If I must come abduct her
She may live another day.

I will raise you and hold you on high.
I will look you straight in the eye.
I will take your knees out of the dirt.
And I will strip away all of your hurt.
I will stop this self-destruction.

I will.
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I know "Destructor" isn't a word. It fits what I was describing.

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