Regret is not knowing
your deepest fear; my fear
is not realizing it
until it was too late
that is my biggest regret
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Say You Will (Come with me)
The silence is broken with my plea
Like kids, we race to the sea
Set my sorrow free
Come with me
Play
Laughter warms us under the shade tree
In your arms my doubts do flee
Set my sorrow free
Come with me
Lay
The future offers no guarantee
Your touch brings me ecstasy
Set my sorrow free
Come with me
Stay
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That girl
with her grown up job
and three inch heels
still feels like a child most days.
Even though she comes when she’s called mommy or honey
she yearns for someone to put their mouth against her skin
and call her baby instead,
summoning her dreams from their private places.
She doesn’t follow rules or
listen to the rhetoric of voices
she’s just doing the best she can
to drown out the silken speech of temptation
while ignoring the yearnings you inspire.
She can stay good as long as you don’t ask her to be bad.
Because if you just reach for her,
eager to draw out the young girl playing dress up
and kiss her like she’s somethin’
then all bets are off…
she’s gonna follow you anywhere.
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Afraid to lose control of this volatile world
Everything feels fake when it should feel real
It’s like someone has broken the handle off
Finding myself washed up on the shores of hell
Wasting my breath, paying good lip service
Thinking with my heart instead of my head
People say if it’s easy, it’s just not worth pursuing
This gloriously, gorgeously confounding thing called love
An ending is still a brand new beginning
Death gives birth to alternative paths
If we embrace light over the accursed darkness
Things might turn out differently at last
Sometimes we struggle
To maintain our own unique edge
We let it get swallowed
Time and again, ad infinitum
Turning our backs on our own strengths
Losing the thread of who we truly are
Don’t deny your dreams and your sense of purpose
Let them rise to the surface without delay
Adoration and passion
Should fill everything that you do
Fear should never come into play
Lions we roar, with each shout it becomes clear
Pushing ourselves to the core of our limits
We’re not going down without a fight
We’ll find our way back, make no mistake
Letting love colour our ravenous hearts
No matter how complicated it gets
We’ll make it out of this thing alive
I need to lose myself in you tonight
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It’s another tie! Congratulations to our two winners! We’ll be featuring one at 10am and the second at 2pm. Thank you to everyone who voted!
Ancient Grudge breaks
To new Mutiny
Civil blood makes
Civil hands unclean
Martyr’s sacrifice is grateful
This world is so hateful
Some would rather die
Than live this life a lie
Misinterpreted Rituals
Misguided ideals
Infect the womb
Fickle future doom!
Loss felt deep within my marrow
Awaked by a screaming arrow
Tweeting pain and sorrow
An insignificant sparrow
Helplessness plummeting into hibernation
Loss of emotion and sensation.
Disconnected and alone
Violence corrupt each zone
Addictive nectar, personal stance
Puts all in a holistic trance
Isolated we fall, together we dance
Does the Human race deserve a chance?
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It’s another tie! Congratulations to our two winners! We’ll be featuring one at 10am and the second at 2pm. Thank you to everyone who voted!
an arrow that strikes achilles heel like cupids arrow striking marrow bleeding beneath the hedges sipping a smooth cup of hot coffee as a morning ritual nice and black no sugar just the way i like it call it sucking a babys soul more like sucking a baby womb now i feel like im in control the sun is barely rising over the horizon and the birds i call them sparrows swarm in a random formation actually not random very sophisticated like a bear getting up from hibernation so will i get up from my bed and wonder but i wont be so fickle get my tongue tied up in a pickle jar but i know that i wont get very far so dont try to sneeze on me dont try to infect me so no sudden moves ok cuz i know its good for my health holistic to say the least i know the lord my god wont forsaken me he keeps me from misinterpreting his name in vain you think this song is about you so i suck your soul like a bee sucks pollen that golden nectar it exuberates i guess thats how much i suffocate you weve been doing this since ancient times call it holy scripture
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It’s our first tie and a three-way tie at that! So we will be featuring our three winners today at 10am, 2pm, and 6pm. Thank you all for coming out to vote!
READ THIS FIRST!
Press start and from the first big drum sound count 4 Mississippi in a normal pace before you start reading (At around 0:19). The blue letters should fall together with a drum sound. (I hope). Sound needs to be on.
As the myth
has been written
in ancient scriptures
buried in the lands
a long time ago.
Hallows eve
its coming
once every
thousand years
when moon is crimson
Hell the womb
of a danger beast
Ready to give birth
the world trembles
in agony
Hallows eve
day of the dead
monsters, dragons
roam gloriously
free among
–==<@>==–
Distant church bells
ringing
carried across
oceans and lakes
on whistling winds
an ominous
storm is brewing
drawing in closer
tearing the skies
–==<@>==–
Rumbling earth
cracking crust
opening up
for its arrival
emerging from
flaming sea
Rising up
from the fires
taking its form
roar of mountains
erupting
crumbling at the feet
of this creature
Wings unfolding
blocking the sun
ashes falling
colouring
the lot
in shiny grey
Cries of hunger
under
thundering sky
cloaked in dust
its flapping wing
taking flight
for blood
–==<@>==–
In silence soaring
through the grey
precipitation
bearings by senses
eyes look down
slithering snake
mirrored river
its path
trailing mist
presence hidden
nearing pray
death is cometh
the end of day
a new era is born
forsaken god
devil’s child
on the prowl
–==<@>==–
Barrage of thunder
mask its howl
tempest came
to the old town
Church bell chime
feed despair
brink of demise
shutters close
city centre
makeshift graves
of the fallen
monstrosities
rotting and moaning
bolt of lightning
shooting star
exploding square
from clouds he came
Scales blackened
ferocious snarl
–==<@>==–
Glowing amber
hazardous glare
silent cries
for lifeless horror
Prophecy for seen
Bells toll
for last battle
brass blowing
the army ready
downhill
with swords drawn
final battle
upholding peace
the fight begins
–==<@>==–
Flesh shredded
from broken bones
men struggle
whipping tail
crushing teeth
Savages released
ravaging
to protect
still living
Glory honour
in afterlife
Spears straight
arrows glide
heart untouched
in gleaming shell
victory ahead
Century gone
the heart a seed
beating still
in earth’s womb
the myth rewritten
Just listen.
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The Reverie 