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.

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

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

Mirage d'une femmeje ne suis pas en quête de l'amour parfait,
Juste trouver l'être qui me plait.
A qui je pourrais confier mes peines,
Qui pourrait soulager ma haine.

Dans un monde à part,
Je veux qu'elle soit mon miroir,
La reconquérir chaque soir,
Renouveler notre histoire.

Lui montrer mes écrits sans avoir peur de son avis,
Que sans ironie elle me dise que je fais partie de sa vie.
Ne plus souffrir d'histoires à venir,
juste y croire, dernier soupir,
De la femme qui m'inspire.

Oubliant ma peur du noir,
M'endormant à côté de sa peau d'ivoire.

Sublime muse qui s'amuse à me plaire,
Sans pou

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

To DrawI wanted to be better
and I've strived to stay as pure
as a clean sheet of paper
before the child starts to draw.
I've wanted to be somebody
without poison on my skin
that condemns me to a life
where in death I'll drown in sins.

Opportunities I'll take
and pessimism I will scold.
If people can't be bothered
then they are not people at all.
Why nurse a bitter attitude?
Why sink to degradation?
You can follow the crowd
or decide a destination.

I've wanted for so long
that desires are now needs.
Stepping stone by stepping stone
in order to succeed.
I'm scared of what will bring my end
and after, what carries my soul?
Heaven, hell, reincarnatio

Herbs and Poisons - Game of Thrones(Nobody will know your biggest secret)

You pull away to
protect yourself
but you just end up hurting
somebody else.

Lie through your teeth,
say what's expected of you.
Bury your past,
become a spectre of you.

Nobody will know your biggest secret,
not till you decide to let them in.
In this game of suppressed wishes,
one's got to be, has to be, needs to be ruthless to win.

Leave your mark
in every plane.
Never retread.
Can't go back again.

Do just enough to
avoid suspicion.
People don't notice
plans of attrition.

Nobody will know your biggest secret,
not till you decide to let them in.
In this game of suppressed wishes,
one's got to be,

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

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I used to spend my evenings
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So much so I can't bear to even call.

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my heart's still beating;
Just place your hand on my chest
and see for yourself

Listen carefully,
There's only one answer...

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