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We are the new wave.We are the new culture.We feed on children's tears.We are your enemy.We are you.What could I be?Who could it be?You don't have a c..
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Can't you hear the flies a'buzzing, upon the windowsill?They are aching to escape.They can't stand the putrid smell.This place is grimy, oh so grim.I..
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Random words, Random thoughtsput forth from pen,and seen as passionBlack squiggly linestake us to worldsno one has seen,to traverse the plains,and cli..
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We,We are analogous to something kinda fabulous.Just ignore the fuss and come with us.We're riding on the only bus that never needs new tires, caus..
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I found this in one of my old Tech School notebooks.
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A reprise of Heaven Sin
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Inhuman is what it is
Purely animalistic
Unchecked desperation
Weak, opportunistic
Innocent naivety
Is ignorantly reckless
Unconsciously escal..
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They tell us that our hopes and dreams
And wants and needs are lies
They tell us to embrace and love
The things that we despise
They teach us th..
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Three little mischievous, curious boys
Three different ages and size
Two are a handful
Too much to handle
One tired Mommy and Dad
One tired Aun..
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