The Move

Fantasies of love for years I've had.
I've made my move it makes me glad.
I finally feel I'm getting there.
Having you close with hope in hand.
I hope it's yes or I'll be sad.
I gave my heart to try and start.
The perfect love that never parts.
We're ideal mates it is our fate.
So take my words and don't berate.
What we feerl because it's real.
To run away is a cruel ordeal.
I made my move I hope it's smooth.
Don't fight it now or we'll both lose.
The grateful fate that we should choose.

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Alone

All alone, beaten and prone.
The world is blown.
An uninteresting man in the crowd.
Christ it's loud.
How could he hope to be heard?
He cries aloud in madness turn.
Why in the world have I been spurned?
With such slowness the knife has turned.
From inside my soul has burned.
All alone and no return.
Will no one hear me?
I'm so perturbed.
All alone it never ends.
I should just jump off a bridge.
Never ceasing, often repeating.
All alone now the truth is shown.
I cannot continue so alone

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Walking Dead

All around the walking dead.
All the ills pound in my head.
I hate the world I feel it's sick.
The walking dead suck your spirit to make them tick.

They're all around to burn and screw.
They're dead inside they're dead inside they just look for pleasure through.
By stealing, haunting, all to prove,
that they are might and hold pure power over you.

The walking dead how can I deal?
To the core a true feeling rotten real.
I hate them so they're all around.
Just humankind to which God has bound.

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So Strange

Love's so strange.
It's really quite deranged.
About you all things change.
You'll do anything for a flame.
Even grow your hair and change your name.
It drives me mad with sickness grand.
When in love nothing is ever bland.
You feel alive.
Where every nerve does juke and jive.
Even simple things make you cry.
For your love you'd gladly die.
It is so strange. I truly can't explain.
The utter insanity of this game.
So when you find that speacial dame.
You'll truly understand what is so strange.

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Calling Voice

A familiar voice calls to you.
What will you do?
Holler back and take the slack?
Or run and hide turn your back?
It's up to you to see it through.

It's calling now to only you.
Will you look now to find the truth?
To find lifes answers and make it smooth.
I hope you will I need it too.
Together we'll finally beat the blues.

In our love we'll smoothly cruise.
I'm calling now to let you know.
I'm always here and my love does show.
Will you stay or will you go?
Please humor me and let me know.

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The Answer

An answer felt so deep and true.
I know it's real.
It came from you.
I'll not deny this sacred vow.
Lest I forsake such greatness now.
I'll bide my time.
I'll fear no doubts.
What you've said holds awesome clout.
Knowing of this wonderful fate.
My heart is whole, it's not too late.
Please keep me true,
with dilligence through.
Knowing what I need to do.
I thank thee for such splendid bliss.
Giving me an answer such as this.
The time will come, I know it now.
I'll stay the course with loving force.

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What I Do

I do what I do because I like it.
Those who are offended can just shove it.
If you don't like the things I do.
Just live your life and leave me be.

I don't care what others think.
I don't even want to hear them speak.
About how much they hate my style,
music writing and confident guile.
I just ignore them all the while.

I'll keep on doing what I do.
Cause I love it that is true.
You shouldn't care what others think.
Their goal in life is to make you sink.
Just pay attention to who and what you love.

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Something

I have forgiven endlessly for a dozen years of pain and more.
Yet now paying forever for a mistake abhored.
I'd take it back but cannot now.
Can you not forgive me please,
like all the years I've done for thee.

I put it now to rest.
The feeling of resignation burns in my breast.
I loved you once and I love you now,
but I know you find me rotten as hell.
I hate myself just like you do,
just a little more time until I'm through.
Goodbye to you I wish you well.
You'll praise in heaven while I burn in hell.

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Haunting Nightmare

These bloody nightmares haunt my sleep.
Through my brain despair quickly creeps.
Images of such horrid beasts and cheats.
To bring me down in bitter defeat.

Horrible scenes of massacred beings.
Strwen about in nightmareish schemes.
Devised destruction from these things.
They kill and mame to farther their sick twisted games.
No sense of shame.
Their evils plain.
Marching on with their sickly game.

These nightmares haunt us like a crime.
We need to stop it in good time.
Or we'll be conquered by the slime

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King Of Kings

I give thee now this regal crown.
To see you here I'm truly proud.
You rule the world around.
With dignity and class that's so profound.
You show us all the righteous way.
The proper paths to take each day.
So we'll always be bright and gay.
The king of kings.
His greatness brings the joy and answers we all need.
We celebrate his life.
For everything he strived.
Giving us that which was deprived.
Eternal life and such humble pride.
I give thee now my blinded soul.
Please share with me the things you hold

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