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| There Ain't No Justice |
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- 42 Creative Things to Do -
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- With the American Flag -
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by Kel'anth
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No one really thinks of the flag as a very functional object. This
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attitude is usually assumed because there isn't really much you are allowed
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to do with the flag. There are fairly well-known regulations on how to
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make, display, store, and dispose of these common household items. Flags
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are, however, actually extremely useful and versatile items, and can be
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used as such by any creative and freethinking person. I've put together a
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few examples to get you started.
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Two flags sewn together on three sides can be used as
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1. A body bag for small children.
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2. A trash bag.
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3. A general-purpose sack.
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The flag can also be disassembled into pieces.
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4. The red and white stripes, separated, are good party decorations.
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5. The starry parts make good quilting scraps.
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6. The mini-pole included with H.S. classroom flags makes a good ceremonial
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spear.
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7. You can cut out the stars along with small circles of felt to make
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Satanic symbols.
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Other uses:
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8. Three or four can be used to improvise a stretcher.
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9. A doormat.
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10. A towel.
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11. A handkerchief.
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12. A bandana.
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13. A napkin.
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14. A dustcloth.
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15. A lightweight baby blanket.
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16. A loincloth.
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17. A tourniquet.
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18. An absorbent wound dressing.
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19. Flags make stylish curtains.
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20. Great for hiding undesirable company logos at the Olympics.
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21. Mopping up noxious spills that eat through paper towels.
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22. Good for wrapping an ice pack if you want it REAL cold.
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23. A flag can substitute for an expensive cardboard windshield shade.
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24. A more envirionmentally friendly packing material than foam peanuts.
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25. Bullfighting (in case your red cape got torn).
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26. Strangling people.
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27. Gagging cops and kidnap victims.
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28. Throw one over a mud puddle. It keeps a lady's shoes clean but spares
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your clothing.
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29. When camping, use it to plug a hole in your tent. No more heavy tarps!
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30. Also good for starting the campfire.
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31. Soak a flag with Raid and hang it under a bug light to kill moths.
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32. Why get a perfectly good rag covered with oil while servicing your car
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when flags are so readily available?
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33. If your car has a leather interior, spread a flag on the seat when you
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get in to prevent summer ass-burn.
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34. The confusing colors make flags good blindfolds.
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35. They also are good for when you run out of clean cloth diapers.
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36. Impregnate a flag with acid and you can sell it openly.
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37. Sew small amounts of contraband under the stars to smuggle it out of
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the country.
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38. Flags make good stuffing for effigies of political figures.
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39. They also make good bedding for household pets.
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40. Use a flag to jam a paper shredder.
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41. Use a toilet, then toss in a flag. It gets a great reaction.
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42. Superglue one into each toilet and stall in a public building, and
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watch all the patriots go out the back door one by one.
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Hope this is enough to get you started. Good luck and happy flagging!
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[[ Now since that was so short, and I have a bit of Kel's poetry lying ]]
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[[ about, I include it as an extra.... ]]
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---
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No Name
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---
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The man with no name lived his life
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By the light of his own reason
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Deserted from an army in a time of strife
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Was caught and hanged for treason
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An alien in his land of birth
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His parents he never knew
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There was no place for him on Earth
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His words would ring too true
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No religion, no country
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He danced to a different tune
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Walking on the edge of society
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He had to fall off soon
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His body, swinging on a rope
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Deprived of life and pale and cold
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Is the only momument he can hope
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Through which to have his story told
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Yet tell me if you too can see
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The triumphant smile he wears
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He felt he won--how can that be?
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And how strange that no one cares
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---
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Song of War
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---
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Sing a song of war
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Sing a marching song
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As we train for battle
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As we march beyond exhaustion
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As we learn to aim our guns
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Sing a song of war
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Sing a sailing song
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As we board our floating barracks
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As we cross the seven seas
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As we land near the battleground
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Sing a song of war
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Sing a drinking song
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As we fill ourselves with beer
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As we dull our brains with drugs
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As we distract ourselves with women
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Sing a song of war
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Sing a fighting song
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As we march into battle
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As we fill our foes with lead
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As we blow their forts to shreds
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Sing a song of war
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Sing a dying song
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As we meet their cavalry
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As we dive into trenches
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As we fall like bowling pins
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Sing a song of war
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Sing a mourning song
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As we pack our dead in body bags
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As we ship them back home
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As we find our friends and brothers dead
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---
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The Machines
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I see them every day
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I see them everywhere
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They look but do not see
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They listen but do not hear
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They touch each other, but never feel
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Brains and hearts in neutral
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I hear them on the radio
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I see them on TV
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I meet them on the street
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They are everywhere
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Moving on invisible tracks
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Reading lines from a script
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Free, yet they are slaves
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Alive, yet they are dead
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Human, yet they are--
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--THE MACHINES
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Invaders
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Invaders from space
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They came without guns
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Yet they took our place
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They were the chosen ones
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They lived in our cities
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Among us, yet apart
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Mankind, as it watched them
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Died of a broken heart
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We were animals in our own eyes
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Once those eyes had seen the light
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Their brilliance must destroy us
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The brute children of the night
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Insight
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I look into your eyes
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I see sharp steel blades
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Your stare cuts like a knife into my soul
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You know what I am thinking
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What I'm feeling
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Who I am
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And you know what can make me whole
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Never in a thousand years
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Have I found such a one
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A sharp mind, insight so keen
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It is an abstract quality
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A kind of thought
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A state of being
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Yet I could swear I saw its sheen
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Camera
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---
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All-seeing eye
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Without comprehension
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Perfect image
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Yet without dimension
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Eidetic memory
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Without a mind
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Superhuman sight
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Yet truly blind
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4,125,241,623
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Citizen number four-billion
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One hundred twenty-five million
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Two hundred forty-one thousand, six hundred twenty-three
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If there ever was a great man, it must of course be he
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In school he did his homework and aced all of his tests
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When it came to football he was among the best
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The college he went to was top in the nation
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And he chose plastic surgery as his vocation
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But he could also write pop songs and his band
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Soon became the most popular in the land
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He became a trillionaire with a house that slept a battalion
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And it was always filled with women--he was like a wild stallion
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His hair was always perfect and his clothes in current fashion
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When he reached his fifth facelift he tired of too much passion
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He dumped most of his harem and ran for President
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He paid for his campaign himself, or so the story went
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The other candidates could not find any mud to sling
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No action of his was controversial, not a single thing
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He never got a parking ticket, he never ever got arrested
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He never took an unpopular stand, or demanded that ideas be tested
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It was unanimous; he won the election
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Since no one found reasons against his selection
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It went down in all the history books, his record was unbreakable
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He did nothing right but his popularity was unshakable
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He won reelection by a margin just as wide
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Since he did nothing wrong who could not be on his side?
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Computer
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Idiot savant
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Numbers' master
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But words it does not know
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Alien mind
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Fast as lightning
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Yet it can't think what to do
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Soulless genius
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Perfect logic
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It's nothing without you
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Inheritance
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"I promise you, my son
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Not to let you die
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I promise you eternity
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My inheritance, forever"
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My soul, created, born
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Into a world where pain is all
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Chaos, order, are meaningless
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Life and death, only masks
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My soul, mangled, torn
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Lies on the ground
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Broken, bleeding
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Eviscerated, crushed
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In a puddle of hate and lies
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Truth is a lie
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Light cannot shine on me
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The only truth is pain
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My soul, suffering
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I cannot die
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No way to stop the pain
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Sadness, anger, loss
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All that's left is pain
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"I promise you, my son
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unending life, but
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When did I promise you
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Love, Laughter, Freedom
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Hope, Light, Truth?
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I promise you, my son
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My inheritance--pain"
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---
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My Heart
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My love, you owned my heart
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But when you left, it fell apart
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There's nothing left in me
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To love, you did not set me free
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You have killed a part of my soul
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And I can never again be whole
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Ghost
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I live here still, alone
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Where I once held the throne
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Only spiders, vermin venture here
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The people never dare draw near
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They fear me, but who has more to fear?
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I, a harmless wisp of light
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Could not harm them in any fight
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I am little more than a memory
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Yet here I am, I cannot die
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Oblivion forever eludes me
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Why should people fear me, why?
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And yet, they stay away
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And I'm alone here, every day
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Slowly going insane
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The Sands of Time
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They are not a placid mass
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Trickling slowly through an hourglass
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While the Father, long white beard
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piled in his lap, not seen nor heard
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leans on his sickle, deep in thought
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as that which is becomes what's not
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The Sands of Time are a desert dry
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Where the hot sun beats down from the sky
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On every traveler or nomad band
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That seeks a path through the arid land
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And oft the wind will whip around
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Lifting the fine sand from the ground
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Flinging grit through the dry hot air
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And any pilgrims passing there
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Are blinded, stung by the sharp fine stones
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Many lose their road and go on alone
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Some, despairing, lie down to die
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The howling of the wind masks each final cry
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And they each gain a shallow grave, where they fall
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Until the dunes hear the wind's keening call
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And come away, leaving the bodies once within
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All gone but for dry bones and parchment skin
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And at these times the Father roams the land
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He emerges from the storm's blinding cloud of sand
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And strides toward his victim, his beard white and long
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And rippling in time with the wind's mournful song
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He lifts his sharpened, bloodstained scythe above his head
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And adds one to his quota of the violent dead
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Then disappears into the mist to strike again
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To continue his dread harvest of broken men
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Couch Potato
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Blob of gristly meat, still breathing
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This brainless lump lies on a couch, not reading
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Eating artificial snacks as his blank eyes stare
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It doesn't matter what is there
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The hand sometimes spasms, changing the station
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A psychedelic collage of information
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Washes over the empty man like the swell at sea
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Yet he derives a kind of pleasure from watching TV
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The eyes close, the mouth stops chewing
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Sleep is not noticed, does not disturb his viewing
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Dreams of sound and picture bites fill his head
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Things no one ever really did, or ever really said
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In the morning he rises, bestirs his ponderous weight
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And leaves for the job that he loves to hate
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Test Fire
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---
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It was night
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A cool night in a hot summer
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The moon was full and bright
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It looked down on us
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Watched as we lovers walked
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Hand in hand on the beach
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But then--
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A streak of light
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Blindlingly bright
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A bird of ill omen
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Making its flight
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Toward the lovers' lovely
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Celestial orb
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It struck
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The light
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Too bright
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We looked away
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When we dared look back
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A gash, it slashed Selene's face
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Red welt
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Artemis bled
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Then--
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she was dead
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The Man in the Moon
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from his smashed-in head
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Wept, or so it seemed
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A stone tear shed
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For the lovers
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For the dreamers
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For the crazy caring minds
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That make this globe go round
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And for the suicidal folly
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Of his murderers' race
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Then--
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No more face
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No more Moon
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Just a cloud of rocks
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Dispersing
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They could not dispel the gloom
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Of the night nor of our spirits
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As I held her in my arms
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We wept aloud
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For Selene's mutilation
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For each other
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For ourselves
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For spirit-sisters and brothers
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Our kindred in mind
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And for all mankind
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Now nights are dark
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And tides are stilled
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Since the night
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Luna was killed
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Survive
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The world died
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But never mind
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Nuclear bombs go off
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But all is not lost
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The snakes swallows its tail
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The end is only the beginning
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From life comes death come life
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And death again, from normal strife
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Renewal comes again with passing ages
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True progress comes in stages
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Next time or the next
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We will survive
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Tick
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I am alive
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I will survive
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I take what I need
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As you bleed, I feed
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Yet soon that tiny drop
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Of life-energy will stop
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Flowing from you too me
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And when it's time to set it free
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From old life will come new
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And what's one drop to you?
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Huge mountain of strange meat
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You won't miss what I eat
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Will you?
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---
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Hellfire
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---
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Feel the heat
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Feel the fire
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It rises
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Gets higher
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From the depths of Hell
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They come
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Bringers of Chaos
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Yet organized
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They sweep o'er this fragile orb
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Singed flesh all around
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Melting metal, softened glass
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Skyscrapers collapse in glowing heaps
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The demons feast on side of man
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Feel the burn
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Feel the darkness of death
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There is nothing anyone can do
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Not even you
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---
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Animal
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---
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I do what I do
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Don't we all? Don't you?
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A flash of inspiration
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Or an instinct
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Is all you need
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Why such perspiration
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Sweat of your high brow?
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I look at your kind
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You are confused
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I am certain
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You build your cities
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And they kill you
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And you fear death
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And what comes after
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What is after?
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I have never seen it
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You cry over spilt milk
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Wasted tears--what is done is done
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You try to understand
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Wasted time--only actions count
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What does your high brow bring?
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Suicide
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Depression
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Pollution
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War
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Murder
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Insanity
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Worry
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Regret
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You are human
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You are "advanced"
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You are "superior"
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You are hurting
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I am animal
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I am simple
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I am "inferior"
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I am happy
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---
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Teardrop
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At the corner of your pretty blue eye
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It begins
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A drop of moisture
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Charged with the essence of your grief
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It builds
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Until the time is right
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It begins its journey down your pale cheek
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It falls
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A liquid diamond
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Dropping swiftly, glittering with moonlight
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It hits
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Its final resting place
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A tiny wetness, and sadness, I feel it
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You cry
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But I am here for you
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---
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Heartbreak #1
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---
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Flesh parts
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Enveloping the cold steel
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In a warm soft embrace
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My heart open
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As once before
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The cold shining steel, sleek and slim and beautiful
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Enters my heart
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Where another, lithe and lovely, has before
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And then, withdraws, leaving an emptyness
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That I have felt before
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A broken heart
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Torn apart
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Bleeding on the floor
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As I have once before
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And will do nevermore
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---
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Waterbed
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---
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Sleeping in perfect comfort
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Dream sweet dreams
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Awake with the sun
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Waves roll across the waterbed
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As you lazily stir
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Servant brings breakfast
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Then, suddenly, takes the sharp knife
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Plunges it into your place of rest
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Your place of comfort
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Rent cloth parts
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Red stain wells up
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Wounded, revealing other, older wounds
|
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Sink into the pool of blood
|
||
Servant lifts the domed lid
|
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A human head on a silver platter
|
||
|
||
---
|
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Traitor
|
||
---
|
||
scream
|
||
"TRAITOR!!"
|
||
desolate rocks reply
|
||
"TRAITOR!...traitor!...traitor..."
|
||
mind reels
|
||
utterly alone
|
||
without self
|
||
soul divided, at war
|
||
blood pours away
|
||
a rising red river
|
||
infinite blood
|
||
could bleed forever
|
||
drown in blood!!!
|
||
pain!
|
||
scream!
|
||
"TRAITOR!!"
|
||
mocking mountains
|
||
emptyness echoes as if alive
|
||
"TRAITOR!!"
|
||
the same voice replies
|
||
|
||
---
|
||
Grey on Black
|
||
---
|
||
Silhouettes, grey on black
|
||
Staggering, crawling through the night
|
||
Screaming, crying, dying in the night
|
||
Wheeling like a bird, a spot of light
|
||
A flitting flashlight beam picks out
|
||
From the faceless masses of sufferers
|
||
Here -- a face, contorted with pain
|
||
There -- an ankle, slashed and bleeding
|
||
Slit wrists, slit throat, gushing red
|
||
A knife embedded in a chest
|
||
A punctured head, one more is dead
|
||
The light moves on
|
||
Distracting attention from the pain
|
||
Yet the pain goes on
|
||
Silent suffering,
|
||
or screams or cries
|
||
or wistful sighs
|
||
The shapes, the shadows, crawl on unheeded
|
||
Yet the others cower, with frozen veins
|
||
|
||
---
|
||
Vampire
|
||
---
|
||
I feel the Hunger
|
||
I lust for the Hunt
|
||
Yet dare I stir from this dark crypt?
|
||
Century upon century teach caution, yet
|
||
My fangs tingle in terrible desire
|
||
Do they know me still
|
||
The mortals who swarm like bees?
|
||
Or have they forgotten
|
||
They have but short memories...
|
||
The Hunger, the yearning
|
||
Within me, is burning
|
||
No time to think
|
||
I MUST HUNT! I MUST DRINK!
|
||
Goodbye, refuge dear
|
||
I cannot remain here
|
||
Mortal blood beckons me
|
||
I shall never be free
|
||
This Hunger, I cannot resist it call
|
||
This Curse shall rule me, 'til I fall
|
||
By weak mortal's hand, or sun's bright ray
|
||
I see this, yet I cannot stay
|
||
I must take my chances, out there...
|
||
|
||
---
|
||
Sculptor of Worlds
|
||
---
|
||
I am a dreamer
|
||
Creator of visions
|
||
Sculptor of worlds
|
||
I live apart
|
||
In this world
|
||
Yet not of it
|
||
I have seen too many worlds
|
||
To think this one unique
|
||
To think it's so special
|
||
Superior to all others
|
||
I have made its betters with my own hands
|
||
What is this world,
|
||
This land, these laws,
|
||
These customs and values to me?
|
||
Yet as I strive to transcend this small world's limitations
|
||
Clinging hands, some hateful
|
||
Some loving, yet misguided
|
||
Some indifferent, yet offended
|
||
At my presumptuous exit
|
||
Try to drag me down to the ground where the pragmatists plod
|
||
They are weak, yet their numbers
|
||
Like the sand on the seashore
|
||
Uncountable, unimaginable, even by me
|
||
I feel I am falling, like a downdraft-pulled bird
|
||
Yet I feel in my wings
|
||
The strength still to rise
|
||
No more goodbyes
|
||
I will never look back once I'm free
|
||
|
||
---
|
||
Lonely Hearts
|
||
---
|
||
The loneliest heart
|
||
Is the one that most cares
|
||
Universal concern and affection and love
|
||
Lead only to universal distance
|
||
They can scarce believe a heart has room for a world
|
||
They could hardly want to crowd it
|
||
Or worse yet be crowded out
|
||
They keep their distance
|
||
There is often respect, seldom love
|
||
The largest, deepest void is the least filled
|
||
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||
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