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Thread: Crazies and Radicals

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    Default MONSTER

    the monster sat paralyzed
    no emotion, no reason to care
    He'd cry for himself maybe
    or maybe he was never here
    I hear the cell slam shut

    In his cell he hears the silence
    Echo black holes and dead souls
    the monster screams in tears
    if only he had never been here

    If he felt the blood pulse in his hands
    then maybe he'd understand
    the worthlessness of man
    when war is waged again

    a violent heart is caged
    in death, we take our last steps
    the monster wanted this
    the monster wanted it to end
    in a nonsensical way

    but for forgiveness, what is
    the price to pay...to kill the innocent
    child, the innocent thousands
    in line, they wait for the answer
    maybe he did it because

    maybe it was blindness
    the world is a war zone
    full of prisoners who want to be let out
    but the criminals
    always kill the ones who should stay

    the ones the Angels wanted
    To make Heaven of Humanity

    Monster...why?
    Monster...why?
    Last edited by crazybitch; 08-08-2012 at 11:42 PM.

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    Faces of Snow

    He sees only her ephemeral beauty
    adoring her sweet smile, and still
    love trumps a powdered world--
    where a mind is darker than a pill

    ugly girls weep under faces of snow
    like stars wrapped in artificial light
    narrated by an eternal hazy shadow
    laughing to keep out winter's fright.

    I wish it were easier-- I have to confess
    to be as sugary and white as frosting on a cake.
    to be unblemished by this absurd madness
    For from this sleep, I'd never have to wake.

    And if I had this wonderful dream,
    I'd sell my soul for all the powder and cream,
    Yet that is no life for the soulful dreamer,
    you'll find yourself alone down there.

    Deep down I am crying, and falling apart
    Deep down a broken mind, a winter's heart
    Yet the colors of life surely could free
    In this insane world, an ugly girl like me.

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