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TyrantI hear the gentle whistling Of the trees as they sway To the music of the wind,Tyrant
And wonder: Are these aching bones Just a cage That have trapped my soul?
Like a swallow
Tied to the ground; Its wings frozen And flightless feathers held By the frost Of this December cold.


RorschachThese pages are where Black ink bends and curves into The shape of my soul.Rorschach


Black SkySoothe me off to sleep; Coax the pins and needlesBlack Sky
To sing A gentle lullaby.
Pluck me from this dark land, Like a lily's petal In a doubtful lover's hand; Where the cold thin air Cuts my nostrils As I breathe; Where I am forced to choke On blades of sharp Silver rain;
Wake me to the black sky; Where the stars smile down In encouragement; And the trees sway to The melody of the
Midnight drizzle.
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I am a gunfight in a mirror factory.
Now reload....
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If there's anything bigger than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.
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If there's anything bigger than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.
And I'm totally watching you too!
And thanks to you as well.
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If there's anything bigger than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.
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I am a gunfight in a mirror factory.
Now reload....
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