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I'm back twenty minutes and I found a place I like and have yet to see spam in... So horrible... Anyway:
"Why"
And so I ask the world why,
Why I am condemned to die?
Why I was not given heed?
Why they caused this evil deed?
Why must I bear the weight?
Why am I consumed by hate?
Why do they want to end my life?
Why not just finish it with a knife?
But good things come to those who wait,
and soon I will cause them a doomed fate.
"This and That"
Those people, those places,
those chants, those chases.
Those rocks, those games,
those jokes, those names.
Those rumors, those scares,
those threats, those tears.
That knife, that scream,
that blood, that fiend.
That siren, that racket,
this room, this jacket...
"The Deed"
Take the razor in my hand.
No one else would understand.
Rake the skin. Let it bleed.
Blood trickles down as I do the deed.
Once a day is what they say.
It helps to take the pain away.
Do it again or maybe twice.
Take the chance and roll the dice.
Doesn't matter if I die or live.
Cause its better to forget than forgive.
"Tomb of Insanity"
As I study this blasphemous tome,
I wonder if I really am alone.
I look around in surprise and fear,
as I view the horde of demons here.
I find it odd that I am not scared,
and acted more than I thought I dared.
I screamed and yelled and made such noise,
and continued this until I lost my voice.
Then some men took me to my doom,
to live my days in this yellow padded tomb.
"Those of Blame"
Death, destruction, murder and maim,
End all the lives of those who are of blame.
Massacre, mayhem, doom, and disdain,
Every single person who's called me insane.
Ram, rack, stalk, and strife,
Doom befalls all those who destroyed my life.
Strike, slice, remourse, and redice,
I'll laugh as the world learns its painful strife.
But I'll wait until such time as is right,
Patience will bring about their plight.
"The Jekyll to my Hyde"
Treat me nicely and you will see,
that kindness lurks inside of me.
Treat me badly and you will find,
that normally I don't really mind.
But keep it up and you will know,
why I have been plagued with woe.
For deep inside me is a curse,
that will unleash in sudden burst.
It is a thing in vain I try to hide,
For I am a Jekyll, and it my Hyde.
"Tree of Death"
I saw a tree, far from the best.
It beckoned me, to come and rest.
And so I layed down my head.
And it was there I joined the dead.
"Vyke"
It is finnaly the day of his return,
Vyke has come to make us burn.
He brings with him a view unseen,
something that is not what it seems.
He gives us all presents and gifts,
I see through this guile and glimpse his rift.
He takes his time and plots our doom,
he makes sure we don't follow his tune.
But I see through his web of lies,
and I alone know he wants us to die.
And now for the fun part, one of these is not mine, can you guess which?
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