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WhirlwindWhirlwind
 
Life, a whirlwind that blows in every direction,
‘Specially when you least expect it,
It destroys things like schools and paved streets,
To things like homes and innocent families,
With no regard for human life,
Because once your number is called; it’s time,
Some don’t even make it out of the womb,
And that to me, is the ugliest truth,
‘Cause that little boy or girl didn’t even have a chance,
So that feeling…….that joy for the future doesn’t last,
This is why we clean out our closets,
To take cover from the debris that flies from this whirlwind
Little StarSickly star fading from the sky
What has been done
To bring you to your knees
And cry to the heavens
Your very essence has been
Erased, no passion remains
You've done your best
Little star, you're a dying legend
All of your time
In this place
Was well-wasted
Burning out like a candle
In the rain
The people all saw the
Delicate beauty that
You shone for so long
It's time for you to
Die out, little star
Fade away
You will not be remembered
For your twinkling light
No one will
Notice that you're gone
It's not like your existence
Meant a thing
To anyone anyway
Stricken - 10th Doctor x RoseYou walk on like a woman in suffering
Won't even bother now to tell me why
You come alone, letting all of us savour the moment
Leaving me broken another time

Ever since Rose had been trapped in the parallel universe, he felt like he was dying and everyone seemed to laugh at him. He had had other companions but no one ever seemed capable of filling the gaping hole in his newly blackened hearts. Darkness was everywhere, stroking and searching for his sorrows as the Doctor rose anew.

You come on like a bloodstained hurricane
Leave me alone, let me be this time
You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption
I don't want to mention, the reason
Fearless HellShe watches and waits
Yet there is no fear
Even as Hell Fire cackles around
And the screaming of the damned
Rend the night.
 
Watches and waits
Until it’s her time
Singing with every step
Every swing
A demon goes
Tossed out of its own dimension.
 
She dances
Around the tormentors
They can’t catch her,
She has no fear.
 
There is nothing He can do
To stop the dangerous rendering
Of his world bare.
Every step the fearless take
Is another step He’s lost.
 
She is in
Yet there is no fear
Even as Hell Fire cackles around
And the screaming of the damned
Rend the night.
 
A flashing light
Swirls as she dances,
This world has already been
Lessened by the Hell
She had known before.
 
Love only hardened the steel
That fear had left
As it fled,
A slippery edge of a sword
That not even He can mar.
 
She is close
 Yet there is no fear
Even as Hell Fire Cackles around
And the screaming of the damned
Rend the night.
 
There is no fear
For
Blacked Out SunBlack out the sun from the sky.
In shadows we will remain.
A torched  garden of Eden.
A reminder of this never ending lie.

This is what we were warned about but never heeded.
This is the end of times.
The true Revelations.
Alice Human Sacrifice singable english lyricsFirst came a fierce lady, Alice number One
Sword in hand, she bravely entered Wonderland
Cutting down countless foes who stood in her way
A dark crimson path was all she left in her wake
Such an Alice was led deep in the forest
Far away from everyone, locked into a cage
If not for the dark red path that she left behind
No one would have remembered that she's ever been
--
Next came a humble man, Alice number Two
Quietly he sang his song to all in Wonderland
Spreading out countless notes he corrupted them all
Thus he made a maddening, terrifying world
Such an Alice was a man of the flowers
Shot by a madman who silenced him to death
Bloody red roses sprung up madly on his grave
Once loved by everyone and now he's forgotten
--
Then came a young woman, Alice number Three
Most graceful and pretty of all in Wonderland
Deceiving countless men to do all her deeds
Times passed, a strange kingdom emerged at her feet
Such an Alice was the queen of the country
Possessed by a fearful dream of impend
Broken RecordThere was a time when I put faith in you
When let myself fall face-first into you
Back when I was young and the world was my oyster
I swore to myself that some day I'd learn the lesson
Guess how wrong I was

All these bruises and blisters and scars
I can thank you for them all
Each one is its own memory
Bringing back the pain to me

I made myself a promise
That I'd never write any more songs for you
Seems you're not the only one
Who's broken a few promises to me

I thought I'd let go of this
I thought you'd be gone from me

Played me for a fool
But sooner or later even a record becomes broken
You can be the player, your words the needle
Every
Rock N Roll JesusYeah

Turn me up in the headphones

Been a lotta cheap talk but I rock still
From the streets of Shanghai back to Knoxville
Sittin' high on a mountain top, holdin' shop spreadin' the good news
Been alotta false prophets and quick hits
And a lot of un-American bullshit
But the time has come to settle and the devil's gonna make you choose

And just like a cold wind blowin' can you feel me comin' for you
Just like a freight train rollin' packed tight full of rhythm and blues

Testify
It's a rock revival
Don't need a suit
You don't need a bible
Get up and dance
I'm gonna set you free, yeah
Testify
It's all sex (sex), drugs (drugs), rock n roll
A
Rise of the NeedleAll the children, as they come
Are beaten down by tyrant sun
He who hides within the night
Sleeps beneath a piece of sky

In their graves, they do weep
Just as Mother once did shriek
At the sight of trickled blood
Down the thigh of sisterhood

They go weak, pale as death
Hunger thunders from their chests
Without taste of home or bed
Fists and blades at throats instead

Daughter claims her Mother's shield
Steals her sword and will not yield
To defend the one true right
To end all wolves' senseless plight
IndescribableBalance, though we know the word
Can you really understand the meaning?

Words and scriptures tell us everything
Yet at the same time they reveal nothing

So how can we make sure that we have become
how can we believe in something else

Faces that are echoed in our hearts
seeking a remedy to relive our memories

Seeking a solution to our past
wishing there was a way to change certain events

But time must roll on
Undisturbed among us all

We must hasten our creation
lest we leave our future generations

our ideas must flow free
they must not be locked you'll see

Because the balance between the world will change
who will come forth and who wi
From WithinLetters from a broken heart
one that has been torn apart

A heart that has consumed the dark
no longer able to tell apart
the differences between a loving heart
or the fractures of a wounded heart

Though our calling may be different
and our thoughts may be unique
No that doesn't mean i'm still the same as i was

Though i search in vain among the world
my calling has not come yet
Wherever you will roam
I will protect you

The few that need to be protected
the many that have been objected
which side has been called for

Which of us will you die for?
IgnominyI’m strung out
A hag
A bloodless bag of blemishes
I hang heavy
Over my bathroom sink
Wiping clear
A spot on the foggy mirror
With my trembling hands
I see regret denoted by
The dark circles floating under my eyes
My lids are swollen
From too many nights
Of sobriety cast-aside
Another sleepless evening
Of fueling my lonely voice
And it’s silly machinations
I can’t even find
The energy to lie
Only enough
To come up with elaborate ways
To say goodbye
Soft nights with InsomniaThe strong scent of the soft rain coming down
Their bodies are bombs exploding around
The ceiling is spinning
The shadows dance slowly to raindrops
Moments burn by as the bridges fall and rise
And the clock stroke three am sixteen hundred times;  
Ponder on my life set
Gyrating my labret  
I'm calm.

It's been a whole week since I slept right
Staring up the moonlight so I don't lose my mind
Looking back at this year's memories
Get joyous writing into the night.

Go into a thought coma, I gaze at my diplomia.
The mask from little Danni, My friends, works of art done
I look around the room and what's supposed to be successes
Collect dust in m
As Monarchy DiesMother you raised me
To hate saints
For their sins and imperfections
Father you tought me
The trick is in the blood
Not in the head
Lover you ruin me with your
Sweet successions
The bend of your legs
A strong girl like you
Could kill for fun
At a whim

And I'm
Out like a light

And so I had
The strangest dream

Men were killing each other
For bits of paper
Woman were crying
As their children died
The innocent were found
To be non-existant
The scape goats were trialed
And hung for our crimes

I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid
But if this is the way it is
Then,
Something must change
Something must change

When I awoke
I was wrapped up in flags
You
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Courier of Dust and Ash

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You will know me when you see me
Though we never will have met
For I am a wind blown walker
Of the type that worlds forget

Though I wander many places
There are none I call my home
Though I ventured many spaces
There are many yet to roam

Though I comb through many ruins
There is much yet I've not seen
I'll not stop this life of travel
Not for any role I've been

And I wonder, as I wander,
If I'll ever find it yet
But what it is I search for
I know I may never get

From old Denver to Big Mountain
Back through Hub, Mojave, Tsines;
Out to Tucson and Salt City
Have my walk boots made their lines

Though I wander many places
Crying "Lonely!" to the skies
I am Marked to all their faces
And you all avert your eyes

I know little why I ramble
With no home or country-flag
But what it is I search for
Does not fare well in the slag

So I wander many places
Not to die or truly live
More machine within my scarred skin
Than the body I did give

There's a road I barely traveled
Though I went there not by choice
To which I have sent too many
By my gun and blade and voice

Though I walk through many places
Still this one road calls my names
It's a road I must adventure
That I fear may end in flames

And I wonder as I wander
If it proves I find it first
Will I take this thing I look for
With me when I'm gone and cursed?

I have witnessed many monsters
Both of freak and human kind
Seems a waste to waste so many
When there's violence inclined

But to marry, 'fore I'm buried,
Is a dream I have not shared;
Those I cared for never offered
And the rest were far too scared

God I wonder as I wander
Many faces under heel
In irradiated deserts
If this love thing I can feel

For I am myself apparent
As a Cain and Killer more
A wanderer from the headstone-
Won't go back that road once more

Though I wander many places
There are none I call my home
Though I ventured many spaces
I've so many left to roam

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Sad, in my head, but pretty enough.
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~SephirothsFlamedWing Dec 26, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Pretty, if not a bit melancholy. The feeling is one I find rather familiar. I guess it's just that time of year again. 'Tis the season of confusing emotions, fa la la la la la la la la! :holly:
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~DarthVengeance0325 Dec 27, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
True, this. Particularly when transferring them to more literal realms in our head.
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~Connya Dec 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Pretty in a wanderer's way.
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~DarthVengeance0325 Dec 26, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You say that, and I think this: [link] - the last section, 'The Black Blade'.
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~Connya Dec 26, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
:D sounds about right
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!FJTrickster58 Dec 21, 2012
Cool, this is awesome. Sad, but cool.
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~DarthVengeance0325 Dec 26, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
All ways I would describe the Fallout series that inspired it, save that it lacks the 'dynamic' and 'funny' that Fallout usually has alongside 'sad', 'cool', and 'awesome'. But, I'm grateful to have three of five for a brain dribble. :D
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