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And swathes of foes all fall down dead for blessed is my blade
Made by some ancient Elvish lore to withstand Darkest Shade
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Your water pipe will fracture and your bathroom floor will flood
Your sewage pipes will overflow till gardens turned to mud
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Your water pipe will fracture and your bathroom floor will flood
Your sewage pipes will overflow till gardens turned to mud
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and man who seeks to make a buck
at Earths expense will try his luck
by madness abounds
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on Jul 15 1:21 AM. In Angst, Life, Pain, Personal, Sad, Society, Spiritual, Thoughts, Weird
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Such spells are only for the best, the queens of all the witches
Well practised in the darkest arts … and not for stupid bitches
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He talked about the days before the white man came in ships
The freedom that the tribes once had, before his tribes eclipse
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By suggesting to you what’s been told isn’t true
For the Emperor’s nude and we've all been screwed!!
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When you have offered blood impressed
to quill of pen and parchment scarred
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Instead she’ll have to suffer long
Await until that day
Her patience has run out on her
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Her shadow is as close to love as you will ever get
An entourage of other love surrounds her silhouette
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But who or what created this, Is what we wish to know?
So mankind strives to make some sense of God/s creative flow
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In prayers and tears of Heartfelt Blue
Today the WORLD remembers YOU
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To share with you the person
You say ignites your fires
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The power of prayer is subtle and unassuming.
It can calm restless soul, especially when were fuming
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You’ve heard the story in the news; it’s shocked you to the core
But, please don’t rush to judge us yet, there really is much more
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The funniest yarn in the world was once told
By a sprite to a unicorn noble and bold
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The Captain charts the course of ship upon the highest seas
The tar’s heave ho amidst the blow and gale of stormy breeze
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Some not poison can be picked
Tho nature’s larder often tricks
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A walk along shores waving path with bar-ed feet to feel the earth
Rewards the soul from labours lost as we take time to feel rebirth
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He came to greet a rose by night
Softly bathed in pale moonlight
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From every precious boy and girl
Whose lived throughout the years
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You may not have said much, true friends never do
But they leave all the better for just knowing you
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Dawns early hunters make spearheads and axes
Flaking and Chipping until the moon waxes
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The game is afoot in the green canopy,
Were all playing chase, no - you have to catch me
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Electrical crackles, vaporous air
Darkening clouds, lightning’s glare
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His Golden Hair matched Golden Greed
His arrogance unbound
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To Mother, Father, Siblings three / You’ll ever be my family / Hold on to every precious breath / I shared with you until my death / Take comfort not from empty shell / Entombed beneath earths greenest sod /
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Sleep my young son
Let the night
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Orange cannot find a friend
With which to rhyme or couplet bend
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I miss the talks we used to have
And strolls along the beach
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When innocence dies, we can't understand
the ryme or the reason behind such a plan
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