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"Remember, remember the 5th of November The Gunpowder Treason and Plot
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So relied upon is the scarecrow ragged and tattered…
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We are rusted and forgotten. We have and never will digress. Each of us has borne a similar pain; resounding. We are brethren.
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I am a wolf, a loner constantly leading; or am I simply being followed?
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The Rose; milestone of love
marking where it is, has been, and will go
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Re-taliation from the worthless youth of the nation
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Addicted to blood and lust; Oh how I crave more
Caught between two lives,yet living one I abhor
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Well, hello there my dear friend
My loathed enemy which I now meet again
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Oh, how I've tried not to stare
but your beauty makes it so unfair
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So many lonely people all with tears running down their face
From painful memories that the years can never erase
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I can think of no reason that will MAKE you stay
doesn't matter 'cause you won't listen anyway
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A poet with, but bitter memories and sad tales
I tried writing of happiness but I miserably failed
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Old poems... just gathering dust
Some thrown away ,others in journal books
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All day, every day
He pals around,but they stay away
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Say good bye to Seth Cye, the little guy,
the poet of a thousand names ..
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Walking down the road
Others following and in lead
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The judgement of thousands, too many to name
The unbearable pain of it all, falling on one's shoulders.
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Imagine a nightmare, a nightmare so real
That you feel what you touch and touch what you feel
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The bell tolls..... (bell)
Do you fear Death?
Do you cringe at what you hear?
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I'm hopeless now?
A soul far too dark?
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Once more the harvest moon comes
Each year changing in color
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Remember... no you must forget
for the pain still hasn't left yet
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Once only friends
But now I'm vexed by love
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Winter, spring, summer, and fall
spending my time at Cupid's bar
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An ember is building into a great fire
As I watch it rises higher and higher
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I go by the poet of a thousand names
This is done to keep distance
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He's a little white boy from a nice neighborhood
Who's dressed like a skate punk up to no good
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My poems always tend to focus on pain and strife
They also are usually thoughts on love
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Is...is this true peace: True serenity? / Or have I confused alienation with tranquility? / Have I unknowingly commited social suicide / Or have I discovered what it takes for my soul to survive / Is love th
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Why do I seem so confused? / Why..why, if only you knew / If there was a monster on the inside / You would hate yourself too. / I hate my l
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Under the shade tree / Where darkness runs / Lies a single black rose / With its back to the sun / There the grave lies / No name clearly shown / Just one small rose / And a name set in stone
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Ha! Love is but a word / That has no meaning and is simply heard / It is said in care, but heard in vain / Love is not only joy, but also great pain / This, this word it falls on deaf ears / For every love
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