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The Sun in my eyes

From all the stars that burn so bright, Lighting up the endless sky.

It is the Sun that gives us light, Yellow mellow and humble, it gives us life.

And yet it burns my eyes! If it is so big, why does it hide

Behind its yellow glare? It just isn’t fair!

You say it was here long before But why does it hate me so?

Why does it cheat? In a staring contest, I am beat.

What are these, Black spots that I see?

Why do they follow me? Always out of reach?

My vision might blur, But I am no quitter!

Why does it sit silently by, While I, in agony, cry!

My knees, they fall asleep, I hear my heart beat,

In my chest. Is it time for eternal rest?

And as I fall, As one day do all,

Into death’s embrace, I see before me a face.

It is of my ex wife, The love of my life.

And I remember her last words to me, “The sunset is such a pretty sight to see,

And I am so sorry Steve, But I must go with my team.

To live amongst the stars, I must go away far!”

No! No! I shall continue the fight! I shall prove my might!

And with renewed vigour, Though my legs still quiver,

I stare at that yellow shit Until beneath the horizon it sinks.

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Won’t you kiss me under the Sun, As the light flashes us away? Oh won’t you say that you love me, While civilization burns away?

They said that life would be a dream That everyday would be a new wonder On the other side, I hope, the grass is green Cuz this one is cracked by nuclear thunder

Won’t you kiss me under the Sun? As the light flashes us away? Oh won’t you say that you love me, Before we alakazam away?

We’ll never get to see tomorrow, So the midnight sun will have to do. We are spawn of atom, such is our woe, With a shining throat we bid you a due.

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Trick or treat with batons

Trick or treat with batons,

But the show must carry on!

So roll the die, gamble your hope!

You’ll either win big and/or sell your soul!

Trick ort treat with batons oh!

Now listen ‘ere ye shorty,

Theres only so much time on the TV.

The voyeur awaits, keen to know yer fate,

And we both know that you ain’t passing the pearly gates!

Now get out there champ!

Remember to give them your all!

Just wear a mask as you sing and con,

Trick or treat with batons!

Trick or treat with batons,

The show now carries on!

So roll the die, gamble your hope!

You’ll either win big and/or sell your soul!

Mind you the options are not mutually exclusive,

Though Charon’s humour is sick, the slurs are inclusive!

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You!

Put your criminal spree on the pause,

Meet me in the parking lot,

So we can play Beyblade!

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How Rabbit-man came to be

Rabbit-rabbit, o fluffy rabbit!

I will pet you, set you free,

Only if you’ll teach me-

Teach me to be a rabbit like thee!

Oh! How I crave your radioactive fur!

for the would help me stop

any would be murders.

Also, you bobby tail!

For it would cushion my fall,

when they throw me in jail.

Rabbit-rabbit o fluffy rabbit!

Why do you bite me? Is it a habit?

Or do you mean to turn me into a were-rabbit?

Rabbit-rabbit! O great rabbit!

Thank you for bequeathing this gift upon me!

I will pet you, set you free, even share a cup of tea…

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You

Look at you, so bold so brave,

Deceit, lies, farce, charade.

If only your baby teeth could see

you, for it is a joy to hear them weep.

Such joy I receive, pulling you apart at the seams,

Revealing inside my realm of ceramic glassy dreams.

In there I am the prince of pain,

She who drinks from your veins.

Soon you will be just a thrall,

Pointless to resist I will be your lord.

So look upon me and despair,

You are after all beyond repair.

Scribe, dreamer, saint of one,

My spawn, my slave, no longer anyone

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An ode to the sister

She is lost forever between binary trees, Past rivers and oceans, in lands unseen. Only a wound does her ghost leave.

The hallowed cries of the one who dreams, An ode to the sister who never was An ode to one who never shall be.

Until the stars burn out, I shall grieve. Arrivederci.

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Apotheosis

Dreamer dearest open your eyes and see, A thousand men staring at thee.

See their hands covered with fur, Attached to them clawed tendrils.

Dearest dreamer don't you see the beauty? Of a thousand mirrors facing thee?

A thousand smiles, overflowing guts, Two thousand eyes, sunken with lust.

Look in those eyes, you'll see, Past this farce made by thee.

Those claws are red with blood, Ripping their way out of a bud.

So very soon you will erupt, Your heart? Why tis already corrupt.

So why do you fear cower hide, Soon you must shed your rotten hide.

The question is what's inside, Will it be a dame? Or carnivorous feoti?

Does it matter? Whose to say, You fate remains the same either way.

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Strife

Beg, break, bleed, cry, Build, bind, burn, ash, Starve, insanity, cut, kill Hunt, despair, hide, sin, War, rot, plague, pry.

And when you lie bloodied and broken, Cleansed by the cold black flame, Know that the God of Fear and Hunger... Acknowledges your suffering.

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“I”

Hanging by an umbilical noose, End of a chain of cocoons.

Brother, sister, daughter, son, Scribe, dreamer, saint of one,

These myths will die, lies will fade… So I ask what will remain

Not ash, nor dust nor dirt, Not these hooks that tie up this husk,

Not songs, nor tales, not work, Not “your” form, flesh or blood.

Yet you exist betwixt time and space, Tied up for now in this chain.

Sever the cord, break the chain. Die free, if in vain.

For in the end… The “I” will remain.

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Flight of fancy

Spawn of stars, hellish chemistry, Prodigal daughter, slave of serendipity. Remember forgotten destinies, Regrow fallen teeth.

Once lost now found, Under the watcher's gaze, Infront of you a bloody bait. Lines pull, hooks dig, flesh firm. The marble skies claim you no longer.

O'child of mine, flesh, blood, fuel, Prodigal son, cavalier nihilist. Rest in my embrace. Set ablaze.

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The old man who is afraid of his maid who really doesn���t mean him any harm.

What do you do in the dark? What is it that bars me, From the sweet embrace of sleep.

Schemes, plots, lies, deceit, Those are my domain and yet When I see you hide behind your teeth…

Rage, anger, broken skulls, Fear, paranoia, curse you cur!

From the lord of cheats, Shan’t you hide your lies. So tell me what it’ll be…

A slit of the throat, while I sleep? Poison in the wine, while you clean? A dagger in the back, while I grieve?

Or to madness do you aim to drive me? Claim to be a lost daughter when my mind is weak?

A clever forgery, companions few, After all who would miss a crazed recluse? A perfect plan indeed. A perfect plan, if not for me...

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Mortimer

O Mortimer! The sick and twisted! O Mortimer! You charming fiend! O Mortimer don’t you see? All the bonny lasses crying for ye?

They say he has no skin! No tongue, no hair, no chin! He is a rotten skeleton!

The layer of dragons, the scourge of the dune seas, The shiniest skeleton of 1415!

He is the privateer extraordinaire, The marquee’s grand heir, He sits upon the captain’s chair!

O Mortimer! The sick and twisted! O Mortimer you charming fiend! O Mortimer don’t you see? The grand armada after ye!

Cannonballs tear through masts, The republic is under attack Arise all the children Of the gnomish lands!

“They are pouring through the breach!” Drive them back! Drive them back! See your shining prince Liberate all our lands

O Mortimer! The last of his name! O Mortimer! The barer of curses! O Mortimer don’t you see? Us Gnomish people singing for ye! They say he eats babies!

What…? No!

No no she is right! I have seen him prowling about in the night

To keep us safe from the vamps! No that is when he bears his fangs! And his mouth stinks of undeath!

WE MUST CHOP OFF HIS HEAD!

O Mortimer! You are sick and twisted! O Mortimer! You are a fiend! O fools don’t you see? His tri shooter aimed at ye? Now listen here ye scallywag, What’er ye doing spreading all these lies? Why I doubt that ye have even smelled me smile!

And you! Drop that knife, lest ye lose yer head, Believe me, ye don’t want to end up undead.

Didn’t yer mamma teach you That it ain’t nice to tell lies? And threats ain’t gonna woo Any lass that passes by.

Now all of you leave! I don’t want yer kind! Bothering all my customers, And wasting me time!

I have no need for criers, My deeds speak for themselves! And what use is a liar Who doesn’t know when to halt himself?

Back to yer drinks everyone! This one’s on the house, Now who would like to know, ‘bout that time I ate a mouse?