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Clouds a sight to see
Clouds a sight to see in and on rainy days such as these, wondering where the next breeze will be. Clouds a sight to see, not enough for me. Clouds are one thing that humans can never understand nor control. Clouds a sight to see so wild and free, free to move as much as they please. No one can pen a soft, wonderful things to see. But never understand why they over me. Beautiful things come to those that's willing to see it, this might be the reason; I am so calm and free. Free to see such things as these. Clouds are a sight to see.
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Amazing ideas doesn't come from looking in a book. Writing should come from you, an gift that no fake human can recreate. Like a light bulb at my end of the tunnel that no man can take.
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Pits
"Pits where I stored empty souls, never not even once they know who they talking too, but they still turn to dust, come out, come out you say your baddest going around, face a beast that know no human feeling, can you see what you Jackasses done? Or you still think you won? Jump down into a pit, that you won all by yourself, and I shell lay down my sword, pits where I stored empty souls."
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Wasted Space
"Wasted Space is what the empty dead is, never dream of waking up in the mornings, and just be what you born to be? Just be what God wanted you to be, without a dead beat soul, that trying to switch their fate with you, and think you won't come out and kill them all out, yes some don't deserve to live, but they still want to tell you " WE ARE ALIKE YOU AND I" that I always rip their hearts out, and watch it turn to dust, and their bodies turn to dust before my eyes, how great that feels to me in the mornings, how doesn't it feels to know you wake something, that you can't put down, that will not fall for tricks, can yours tricks save you? From me killing you? Can you really switch your fate with someone else? Now everything you do will follow you to your graves, can you see the lines fading? Yes you do, this why master wake me up, to kill souls and people like you, wasted space is what the empty dead is."
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Slash
"Slash through them like butter, for the drumbs are calling and the blades are singing with their blood, that is taken with souls they taken, now they want to say, they just playing, stump their faces in, rip their hearts out, for there's is no you and I, I take their heads ruin their dreams, destroy their souls, for there's no love in my heart, no spirit for you to switch with, no thoughts nor memories, that you can use black magic to your liken, just hate that kills without trying, no magic to seal the deal, no innocent soul that you can use to seal the deal, slash through them like butter."
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Skies
"Skies that no one see, is more powerful then you and me, no demon can control its movement but me, for Master and Grandmaster blood runs through me, yes, a price to pay for being me, yes, the deaths of the world is not of the events that happen in Heaven, but because of me for the gates of Heaven should never brauch, for you had your chance, you spit on God and his father, now you look to the skies, but you have to get through walls first, if you know where they are, come in underground and play with me some more, skies that no one see."
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TombStone
"Tombstone is what they find as their home, say no words break you from the chains, once was mine, for some odd reason they only move to my call and my voice, now you want to use my father's book against me, as you done to others and me, that done nothing to you, now the tombstone calling your names, will steal you in them, for you can never trap the children of War Angels and Gods of Heaven, TombStone is what they find as their homes, with no one to save their from death."
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