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Life dies down.
written by Krakenphonic04:22 AM 12/3/04Hate is what drives people of this world
Derived from the fears and bringing up of our lives
Its so much its, enough for me to have hurled
So people of today, cure this with many knives
People cut and people slash
those people are merely more than an exess rash
the world is defacing and our poems show it,
from the walk of the dead, to the dreaded stait hit,
people turn to drugs, money and lust
but all there emotions are, are very much less than a slight gust.
Fear is that of which we do not know.
and becuase the world is evolving, there is more of that to show.
Fear secondly motivates the average joe,
to which this emotion is quite a show.
fear is hoorible for it takes you aside,
and makes you stunned, and in need of a guide.
People who have these fears have curses,
and before you know it, we will run out of the herses.
A curse is A thing that eats at our soul,
like selling it for a pot that is whole-
and have it taken away, by that monstrous beast,
the satan who eats souls as a feast.
A curse of another, is to walk this earth without death-
this rare thing is something that eats at us all, for its first was a seth,
and another a gift- brought to a civil war.
the monstrous curse that raged inside, made him weak, and even sore.
War happens when ideas collide,
Like bushes scam for money,
and chinese loss over a honey.
these scandals and jerks,
are the worst of the works.
as we work down we get to the next thing that follows,
hell is explained as sure as the gallows
Hell is the place where bad people go,
an after life, a prison, a snow.
It could be here and it could be there-
as long as you dont meet the illeged heir.
Hell is described as gruesome and hot-
but hell is what comes out of smoking your pot.
It is tourcher, a phrase, a metaphor, to make you behave
now before you go learn about the others and THEN get in your grave.
Music is sound and tone,
some we hear and some we moan.
Music is one of the joys we got
so enjoy it, you evil boozing sot.
Music enduces thoughts and creativity,
but some when listening, reach out to their intuvity
Life is where you are right now, sitting at your computer reading this.
all I know is life is like drinking pi*s.
If you like that kinda thing your ok.
if your not, say "hey!"
becuase drinking piss sucks,
and so does life, but there is more than a bunch a bucks.
Death is what comes next,
after you have been awake to long, or been on and been hexed.
Death is not much more than what you see now.
what happens to you you decide, who what when and how.
Death is that guy that walked down the street.
Death is the guy, the one who packs heat.
death does not wear a black cloak,
he is too happy, so much he could choke.
The seas are a wide open place.
they are very vast and a wide open space.
in the seas no one has any rules,
in some areas there are even said to be ghouls...
in the great triangle lies the kraken
he is the royal, but lost guardian Ghackun
the city of atlantis he spies
and the lost civilization is from where he sprys.
this world is gone, once more
out the window, out the door.
becuase of the evils at hand,
time will crumble once again, to form sand.
the end is nigh oh human race-
better go fast and save at your own pace,
do this and you will surely lose,
double time tonight- no booze.
outer space is a void,
when people look at it, they can become quite annoyed.
there is so much space and no fun stuff,
traveling there alone is a journey that you ust be tough,
this is the last place to seach when you are all gone
and to find a new planet, to once again see the dawn.
Love is what drives us, or used to.
It is a great emotion, and a weapon too.
Love is when one loves unconditionaly back and fourth
that was before our hearsts turned as cold as the great white north...
Let the love conqure and the hate die,
when you do this you will surely be a True guy. |
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I hope this is better than my last... oh well.
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