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| SACRAFICE If I , should I want that sparkle, the flush bemused look, a taunt lookin you in crush Have 3 demensions of you laxing in securitys grip furver of passion its true you in me, sweating its a trip Am I Jason, tragedy, Dorthy Elizabeth to keep on keeping in this search of empathy futile attempts, ohhh of dreaming You with me, so silly so simple, would lust As mozarts symphany gradual to trust |
| SOUND OFF Timbers burst and break relief can be so booming is that releases sake in internal sound its meaning Love could it be an agaony lost violins, a weeping symphony or blasting horns cacophony maybe nutured flutes, happy abounding Such fluid, voice, thats our hearts singing sinced the light switched moaning when it hurts, smarts humming spirituals cinched Swayying me like a lone tune this warmth, love, release creshindos, hit like a boom denaument of peace |
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| Days of Revolution Listless nights in wait of triumph for you see, there`s a revolution for the answer is of triumph you see thats our only solution Nights of bloody massecures, hell like wine if flows everyday there is death, it smells like wine it flows Firey shouts and fists of fury as boys are made into men To arms they shout, we must hurry our country we must defend Soggy pants and musty funk prevail as comradery keeps hope high rotten bread and the water stale only men of heart will survive Many lost, for war is nothing less the rebuilding of a nation is the mission the wounds are alot, they need dress for that is the key to winning a revolution Songs will be sung, books will be written of the revolutions fought, the glory and of the masses there`s no forgetting the awful human price paid for the victory |
| A SEARCH the truths of a man lay as barried as his bones for all truths aren`t evident for a mans mysteries are subserviant alone when sought lies a precident For often we find a likfe a lie and the death the pathway to truth so easy it is, yes, to disguise the ground inwhich we plant our roots Does it seem that reality isnt always ours that the solid is always intangible all our beliefs lay distant seemingly afar our state of minde in a crucible Like a state of awe, we cant comprehend the reasons of a life, loved, cherished and unknowned a privy reality, one to end for it is death, the only reality known So in the likes of men to forever search to find an answer to bleak to dispell in mind We are like an eagle without a perch doing what we must in order to find a sign |
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