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THERE ONCE WAS A BEACH IN BELIZE
UPON WHICH A CHICK BEGGED ME "PLEASE"
SO I PUT MY HAND
WHERE NATURE HAD PLANNED
AND THAT'S HOW I GOT THIS DISEASE

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THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE WE WERE BLESSED WITH OBAMA
"ME THINKS SOMETHING STINKS

BARACH OBAMA ISN'T PRESIDENT YET
IT'S NOT IN THE BAG BUT HE IS IN THE KNOW
IF YOU ASK ME THIS COUNTRY REALLY STINKS
SO IT'S APPROPRIATE WE HAVE A PRESIDENT WITH THE INITIALS B.O.

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AND OF COURSE I COULDN'T HELP BUT WRITE ONE FOR HILARY
"NOT A BAD CONCEPT"
OUR COUNTRY HAS HAD A LOT OF JOHNS AND GEORGES
BUT I'M ALMOST CERTAIN THERE WAS NEVER A PRESIDENT WITH THE MONICA MICHAEL
THIS COUNTRY HAS PROBLEMS NO MAN WILL EVER SOLVE
SO WHY DON'T WE TRY ELECTING A PRESIDENT WITH A MENSTRUEL CYCLE?
thank you for your attention
~free cee!~

I do not shatter anymore
I am not scattered and broken
Only a story in pieces --
-- Fragmented
With so much yet unspoken

Yet each fragment is alive
Perhaps something to revive --
In a shop or on the street
I'd like to tell a lady stranger I see or meet
"Reassemble me I you dare"

But why waste my breath?
(When I know damn well)
No one would care.

Soft as a dream,
like mist on a feather.
Come into my dreams
and stay there forever.

While you're not in my arms,
I'll dwell in your soul.
Dispelling your loneliness
making you whole.

I can't touch your lips,
But, I can touch your heart.
Our spirit entwined,
though we're miles apart.

When the silver stars blaze,
when the pale moonlight steams,
when a world stands between us,
come into my dreams...

I certainly look forward,
to the garou's world of darkness,
its future supplements,
of the wyrms expansion upon us.



The politics appear we realize, we need defences,
the royalty and friends take advatage of our sessions,
they started with recruting shadow lords, and violent elders,
the rumbles of claw to claw, renown with no exceptions,
devastate black spirals befor there close inseptions.

We'd like to take this time to give the competition thanks
So the people in my ranks got a chance to use their shanks
We'd like to take this time for the competitions aid
Cause I finally got a chance to test my new razor blades
We'd like to take this time for the competitions heist
It was useful in the usage of my quarterless floodlight
We'd like to take this time to give the competition praise
For donations of dental records after I set to blaze
As long as the competition knows that we're still here
And allow us to chance with advance the study of bacterial warfare
And thank y'all for being so up in my buisness
And help me to develop a way to commit crimes without a witness
And the competition knows I know that they ain't coming clean
So I perfected the work and angular release of my guillotine
And vitalize my thesis of the effects of strictning nicotine
On a human frame with an armor pleaded bloodstream
And I'd like to thank the competition for being liars
When they claim they protect the sire
But weren't able to borrow my intro with two black gloves and a yard of piano
wire
The superficial, metamorphin their bodies to pixel
Tryna lose me cuz they know I go for gristle
This will eventually run its natural course
And the weasels who ram-skin in the house of the lords
Us, the cannon-ball crushin misguided angel
Bent on performence in the symbol of our label
It's simple, the cradle to the grave and so fourth
You've heard other speaches by those breaching the default
Sea-Salt, Eye of Newt, Horn of Bison
I've sworn allegiance to the league of striking lightning
We fall when we choose and confuse you with patterns
The legend of the two who induced you like Dragons
We strike like swooping Gargoyles of Saint Catherine
Im taking parts of hard earned parts unimagined
It happens, when lacking a variety of guidance
The good ones die young and dive in to the silence.


enter the uncensored sensor of lord magenta
a member of mensa doctor mind bender
middle earth fabric tearer like ??
my crushed velvet cape drags through the quicksand
and long last and scribe masters with poisonous penmanship
summer equinoxes and winter solstices shift liquid land
i lift my crooked hands and orchestrate
the blatent containment of force so florescent
youre surely asking for your melting pot
to be a meeting spot
for contaminate contestants
even nostradamus couldn't predict these Nosferatus
with advanced sharpened lance and pierce you

We Rage Apocolyse is now
in war we rend and tear,
spill guts across the ground.

Walking stick,
Beat up blue,
Hand in hand,
Me and you.

On the window,
On the chair,
Raindrops falling,
In my hair.

Broken whisper,
Inside out,
Upside down,
Then we shout.

Under water,
In the sea,
In the rain,
You and me.

Braided hair,
Shave your cheek
Another year,
Another week.

Christmas trees
Old and grey,
Gone tomorrow
Here today.


Sunlight, starlight,
Around once more,
In the bathroom,
on the floor.

Morning, evening,
Afternoon,
Wishing well,
Come home soon.

Said the sailor in my pink dream sad is the man who follows peach green, weak at heart blink of an eye and in one night its all over, gliding on black skies gazing the day stars contemplating the next hour and its a surprise, hating on life living on ice burning inside and yet no cry, revealing only a little saying too much screaming aloud the calvary hasn't arrived, IT be the last call the last hope a single choice and a far cry and in a mere hundred letters few words i make no sense but i have endless meanings, its purple, inside and braking me apart, it has a choice and yet chose to burn me, i'm dead i'm buried and forgotten but aware, i love blue and its pink and they converge, its all i dream of and all what dreams are made of and its my pink-bluish nightmare because i'm awake! PUT ME DOWN...

I tried and i failed,they tried and success came, i did it but it wasnt worth it and when they did it, a legend was bon, now that its the final countdown Down we panic, how cruel has this world treated us, when we finally found freedom smile struck our faces, we never thought of the inevitable perils targeting us, i loathem, the world the inhabitants, the insides have died, cut me down like a flower of pain, bringing my soul from the inside out, and what do i have to say bout it?

A crafted gift that eternal hath designed,
A half minded wind blew through the face
A drop of water kissed the cheeks...
An unshaped darkness descended,
A thunder struck from the heavens,
A mystic poem is in the offing by nature,
Earth smiled with her thunderous roar.

Ecstatic mind sang with the branches of trees.
Left & right they swung with the dancing wind,
Clouds awaited the god's order with patience- endless:
Delighted Sun withdrew his mighty force
And the communion of earth & rain began........

I see the fire.

I am the flames.

I am hurting.

Within the inside.

Next to which rests with the dead.

I do not linger.

Even to point one finger.

I swallowed my pain.

I am the nail in the cross.

I take.

I break.

For yours and heavens sake.

I carry my burdens.

You will never see me cry.

My tears are not forsale.

Not today and surely not tomorrow.

Never in the corner of the dark.

I will drown.

I will suffocate.

My heart hangs around a stake.

I do not have to die.

I am dead inside my sorrow.

Chained before the change, I am absorbed into the shade of faint.

Painted to last by portrait, pictured to the brush.

I hang by the flames of my frame.

Morning to dawn, savage is the start of another brutal day.

Life consumes energy, worn as a dress.

Alive to feel dead, death comes to a stop but far from the end.

I circle the deepest holes inside my brain.

I broke straight through my mind, I turned left at every bend.

Prevent the explosion in between the chemical storm trapped by time.

Captured by the voice of violence.

Totally ignored by the breath of silence.

The trilogy of the square is where my shadow was seized.

Wrapped with plastic fanatics to feel fantastic.

I am healing inside my nightmare.

Bleeding that I am dreaming.

Burning with the aches of hate.

I do not feel any less to care.

I am screaming for an eye to see.

For one split of a second.

For you to believe me.

Taste my tears.

I will grave which lies hidden.

I will grave my fears.