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The dream was not a vision
Or some premonition like we were told
It was no figment of the imagination
To prove that we could be bought or sold

The doctor of the diamond run
Could be revealed to the intelligent
But this is what i resent
Who cares for the ignorant, the intelligent
The cynics approach was must be
Who cares for anything in this whole wide world
Except me

And this opinion must not confuse the issue
My appearance, my condition, or state of delivery
I am stating the obvious
This is a protest
There must me a collusion
This is no Shakespearean speech
This is a statement
Made by one who can not practice what he preaches

The statue of liberty
Has engraved on it's wall
Give me your poor, give me your needy
Give me them all
We need something like this
For this world to coexist
It would be so easy
To act so pretentious
To act as if it was democracy
To act condescending
When in fact it's the world we're mending
And that's why i can't relax
Cause inside my coat it's a pistol that i pack
We must beware of a surprise nuclear attack
We must be ready to strike back
I'm not pretending
Our defenses, they need mending
We must leave those standing
Forget the third world is ending
Is starving, is crying
Is desolate, it's oh so late

I would dearly love to return
Through a mirror in twenty years
And learn what the future has in store for us
And if i learned that we lost
And there was no hope
For those that think
I would turn to drink
And drink is drugs
And drugs would help me sink
And like of boat, I'd float
I sail out to the sky
To the universe and back
Maybe to give it another try
I don't know why, why jack
Just to go further and farther
Just to learn, just to be nearer

there is only pain when she cries,
a troubling hatred in her eyes,
ice cold lips kiss goodbye,
she only wishes that i die.
in her voice i only hear wrath,
or madness when she laughs,
i'm trapped in this witch's craft,
another victim of a psychopath.
the one who was to be my wife,
every word pierces like a knife,
she brings only the reaper's scyth,
my dear Tomie, she'll ruin your life.

I'm at the bottom
I can go no further
I look up at the light
It is fading fast

Here I lay
Unable to move
My eyes don't adjust to the Dark
It is cold and oppressing

This is my mind
My body functions normally
Everything and everyone I see
I am not allowed

God is punishing me
For something I did
What is my offense?
I get no answer

There is no reprieve
There is no appeal
There is only pain
There is only darkness

There is one way
There is no hope
I will be crushed
I will have to surrender

One quick cut
One quick shot
One quick fall
Is this the end of it all?

Let me paint you a little picture, so that you take your responsibilties alittle stricter, and maybe, just maybe your heart will become alittle richer, and inspire you to treat each other softer, let this be your new scripture. This is for all of you who cry at night, those you live each day in fright, and lose hope in finding the light, this is to let you know in the end you will be alright. You see there was this boy who was alittle different, and because of that everyone would greet him with torment, never having any friends, his days alone is all he spent, feeling like there was no where he was meant. Coming home everynight to his mom with cuts and bruises, not telling her of all the abuses, creating pointless excuses. She knew there was something wrong, cause his face was blank and acted like he didn't belong. He acted as if everything was fine, but deep down he was crying and thought the light would never shine ,one day at school some kids drew the line. Kicking him when he was down, he would look around, to see if there was any help, but all he saw was a crowd, and laughing was the only sound. That night he went to a place where he found a gun, asking God to take him in cause he was finally done, tears rolling off his face cause he felt he was a no one, and was tired of the run. He puts the gun to his head and said " Forgive me mom i love you, but this is no place, for someone who is already dead." Pulled the trigger hoping it was finally over, but miracously it jammed, Kneeling on the floor screaming why god why? am i damned? Not knowing what to do he went home again to see one more day through, the next night he took a rope and put it around his throat. Kicked the chair from under him, but the rope broke, and he finally realized the god has shunned him He went out into the kitchen and took out a knife shaking and crying hoping this would work and he looked up to god for him to finally show his worth. He felt something telling him to put down the knife so he did and finally gave up on ending his life. Days and days of more pain and suffering, he finally moved to a place where he felt like he was king, cause he found some friends who have stoped his crying. But the story is not just over, cause there still something riding on his shoulders.

You died a thousand
Deaths
A stake though the heart
A vampire

You will be no more
To dust you now dwell
Floating though the air
Blown in the winds of time

From the land
Of graves
Where you did dwell in your lined silk coffin
You rested your head
You sleeped by day
To rise in the nite

To becom a vampire
To drink of mortal blood
To dine wth blood thirst
To be a vampire

Your one of the dead

There is a place in the Light, where i have never been.
I'm from a different place,where Darkness has no end.
A place i sometimes wish didn't exist, where they breed only the worse.
still, it's home to my loved ones, whose bloodline forever cursed.
See, i no longer reside there, only the strong have escaped.
But the strongest ones return, to keep their vow & accept their fate.
I must show the Lost what i have seen, we all deserve to see the light.
I no longer fear any pain, or death,for my loved ones, i'd give my life.
God's Angels are amungst my allies, & hunting demons, they are my prey.
Yes, i am a Demon Snake myself, but that's all going to change one day.
Analytical, my brain sees the bad sides, my heart only sees the better.
my ultimate offense and defense, because now they work together.
Still, there is a place i call Home, where i plan to finish what i start.
a place i can never truely escape, because this is a place in my heart.

I was born as a boy, but i will not die a man.
So ending in failure, has never been my plan.
Yet each day that passes, i feel like i should give in.
they label me a monster, born only from mom's hatred & sin.
If i must forsake my body, my heart & my mind.
As i continue to search for the REAL me, that i'll find.
I age backwards, from the very end... to my start...
i'm not human like the rest of you...
... i am the Embodiment of True Art.

I'm manic depressive & i hate waking up.
Self-medication can be dangerous, but so what?
Paranoid of all people, perhaps a problem with trust.
as the love in my heart, scatters away like dust.
i would play all alone, because i don't have real friends.
everyone i ever trusted, where from my own make pretend.
Yesterdsay i was helpless & today i am so weak.
I've been sober from 3 days, but will relapse in a week.
My outsides still breath, but my insides are almost dead.
no regrets from my actions, or the words that i've said.
my children are Angels, but their daddy is a Beast.
I can't walk them to school, i eat their friends on the street.
I've been a Monster, bred amungst the elite,
like those under your bed, when you are asleep.
Even under the Sun, I dwell in the Dark.
To you, it may seem wrong, withing me it feels so right.
some vow to protect the daylight, i'd die to protect the nyght.
The good of my sooul, no longer exist.
This message is ART... & sealed with a kiss.

Her Love is my Motivation,
My Art is Her inner soul...
With a brain of innovation,
to maintain balance & control.
I'm a slave to a Jealous Angel,
that lives inside of my heart...
She is the VERY reason why,
I speak so much about the dark.
Is my Angel real? or just make pretend?
Is she my enemy or is she my friend?
Is she here to attack me? or help me defend?
Is she my beginning, or will she be my end?
Does she know how much i adore her?
or does my Monster even care?
i promise never to replace her with another
she is all mine & i don't share.

WE LIVE WE DIE, BUT LIFE ,OH LIFE WHY SO WHY , AND NOT SO , WHY SOME FLY THE KITE SO HIGH, SOME NOT SO HIGH ,WHY IS LIFE SO HIGH AND NOT HIGH ,WHEN WE DIE WILL IT BE ,IT BE LIFE AGAIN AND AGAIN ,ON TILL WE GET LIFE AS WE WERE NENT IT TO BE ,JUST A JURNEY AS WE GO BY BYE BYE , TERRY