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Rising up, the heart of the devil Where will we go but Jerusalem Why then go. To save our brothers Ten thousand march to Jerusalem I cry for y..

Take a slice of the wiseman’s pie What we know is we live to die Safe secure in a desk you sit Pencil pushing, your mindless s**t Meanwhil..

Last one, surrender to me strong as the glorious Tree You have shattered the key I swing my blade around and through him Last call for the brav..

Why did you say those words I don’t know you Why don’t you tear my heart It’s right before you last chance to break the chains t..

(I laugh because my poetry is in the purple notebook)

I've awakened my mind, now awaken my soul Somewhere yesterday I was only five years old Visions walk past, they fade to yesterday Your merciless vi..

Elves aren't as innocent as they used to be.