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Ever watching,Ever searching.Blind to virtue,Always hoping.Sunk deep within our hopes and dreams,Behind eyes, as dark thoughts that go unseen.A thousa..
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Twas once a king named Passionis,He ruled as a true king should.His ambition was every searching,He took whatever he could.He built a kingdom,Wrought ..
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The knife was dug deep,It's blade, my corpse to keep.The fault is my own,My actions don't condone.This sin of sacrifice, This waste of another life.As..
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The noose was tight around his neck.The smile upon his face, broken yet kept.He wept before he went to hang,For killed thirty men and holds the blame...
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What's wrong?Why do they cry?Why do men wither?Why do men die?What's right you should ask.Why do they smile?Why flourish and grow?Just to be buried be..
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A fire melts stone,A cold chill,To the bone.An empty room,An empty throne.An empty king,Now all alone.He reached up for the Skye,Never looking back,No..
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And as she died,The Skye turned grey,Slowly now, It rotted away.Full of Sin, full of Pride,It withered away,Not longer she but it,In the old northern ..
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A father comforting his son.
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