It's inevitable, the love.And the weapons built into the systems of perceived reality drop to the knees. They drop below an ocean from the eyes of fast creatures, they tend to forget the keys to their territory while they forget keys are not weapons to begin with. All stars from the sky above come from the inside of every system defiant enough to go swimming through hell, but every fire is just as cold as it is defined as hot. The Christians smell like angels but God doesn’t believe in the black market anyhow. He only makes cake with all the right ingredients. A boy like me could never cook because society says girls should only do that and I know boys cookIt's inevitable, the love.
Pathos God Is My ValentineGod, come down here please I need You right now. I don't know if I ever needed someone so much. Oh, HELP ME PLEASE! I'm scared. I don't know what to do. Everything is changing. I'm hungry. I'm poor. I'm thirsty. Why can't I go to Heaven now? Why? I swear, really I do I'm going to cut up my body so good Cause I'm scared. It could only get worse as we grow. God Loves All. I think I'm mad, Madly in LOVE with God. I need to be in Love with GOD. If it's true, this is the only time I would want to bePathos God Is My Valentine
Learned RhapsodyWhere do I go from here? And I can scream and scream And scream again all inside, but No one will hear my name. Its aLearned Rhapsody
Urge that makes me want to
Discover the ability of forgetfulness. How do I make myself learn to Forget what I've already read? How do I make myself learn to
Forget what I've already seen? How do I make myself learn to
Forget what I feel and how do I
Learn to forget what I've already Forgotten? The chemicals within seem to
Scrap the eternal as they flow by. Burn my fingertips as I pour mercury
On my eyes and gut my chest
PA's Magma So Far DownI live in my heart Where it is cold and white, Wet and frozen. It is lonely here cause everyone goes inside. And when I walk I have to be careful for the ice that falls from thePA's Magma So Far Down
trees. Their branches hang low almost to the ground due to the heaviness of the frozen water. The roads I walk are coated in the way of slush the color of gray and brown. And when I try to ran I
know there's a high possibility I might fall down. Oh and its so cold who would bare to stay. And I think I know the worst thing of all here are the winds.
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Eivind,
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I dream of Love.
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