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BLADE
Author: Angus
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BLADE
There is a blade that cuts through us all.
It is a blade that cuts through the soul.
It cuts through it sharply and some parts just fade.
There is no help from that kind of blade.
It butchers you from the very day you were born,
And it shall butcher you until you are torn.
You want to escape it,but there is no way.
You feel it inside you each and every day.
The way it butchers you drives you insane,
You cannot stand the endless pain....
It can cut to pieces,it can tear to shreds.
Sometimes it cuts arms,sometimes heads.
You can hear both God and Devil laugh
As some get sliced exactly in half.
The blade is a border between black and white,
Between dark and light,
Between day and night...
It cuts only the things it should,
It is a border between evil and good.
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DEATH
Author: Angus
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DEATH
Do we live after we die?
Do we ever say Hello
After the final Goodbye?
When our light fades
Does it ever again glow?
Will we ever know?
Shall I die and just disappear
In the endless nothing?
Shall I feel fear?
Shall I ever even know, my dear....?
Thoughts of death bring madness to my mind-
To cry is to smile and to smile is to cry.
To die is to live, to live is to die.
To find is to lose, to lose is to find.
To be cruel is to be kind,
Can I see the truth, or am I blind??
If you live just to die, do you die just to live?
If you give just to take, do you take just to give?
What is it that you believe?
To die is to let live and to live is to kill.
To live is to move, to die is to be still.
But then again-DEATH...
What does it bring?....
God is Devil there, and Devil is God.
Blood is water there, and water is blood.
'Cause nothing is nothing and nothing is nothing!
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ESCAPE FROM DEATH
Author: Angus
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ESCAPE FROM DEATH
Running, spinning, speeding, sliding
Still, it's nothing but an illusion,
Although it fills you with confusion
You feel order inside of it hiding.
Like a clock you hear it tick
It's so smooth and precise.
It's coming for you and it is no trick.
Luck cannot save you, Death plays no dice.
It's perfect in it's existence
And it's always prime,
You cannot tell it's distance
Cause it hides somewhere in time.
You don't know what it'll bring,
Flowers, or blood and gore?
You want it to end your suffering
But you may suffer even more...
When it's coming near,
You shall know.
Feel no fear.
Just let yourself go...
Don't think it'll help you if you cry.
Don't think it'll help you if you run.
Only then shall you be gone,
Only then shall you die.
The only way to defeat the demise,
No matter if you're a man or a women,
Is to get rid of the disguise
And live your life like a human.
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Game
Author: Angus
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Game
Trying to see in the dark
Closing your eyes in the sun
Playing your favourite game
Chained dog ready to bark
Tears dripping when happy
And smiling when sad
You drinking when thirsty
And thirsting when mad
Playing a game you cannot win
Playing a game you cannot lose
Game made to confuse
Living
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I'll Stop
Author: Angus
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I'll Stop
Where do we come from, and where do we go?
Is there a heaven above us and hell below?
One day we are here,
And the next we are not.
Do we just disappear?
Do we just rot?
Is life the beginning of the end
And is death just it's end?
I tend
To know more
But everything I know is nothing
I wish I knew...
...something besides not knowing
What is true.
Everything around me dies
Memories mixed with pain
Are all that remain.
And I hate them...
I hate them so much...
Everything around me dies
And so do I,
But it remains in my head.
Will it too soon be dead...
...as well?
Can I escape out of my goddamn shell??
Can I not think...?
It's a beautiful morning,
So why do I feel so much pain,
And write the verses that are so plain?
Why is it that I see no sense?
Is it just my mind resisting,
Or am I trying to see the non-existing?
As I write these stupid words
And try to make them rhyme
I see they make no sense
I see I waste my time
So I'll stop...
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