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ExperienceYou stare at meExperience by Flammingwolf
On your throne of gold
With eyes all but closed
You claim to see past my lies
But what lies have I spoken?
I spoke of sky's and sea's
The birds and the bee's
The flower's and tree's
Of war and peace
Is it because I told you about man's deception
That now in man
you trust no more?
NothingHere I lay, looking at all above, around, meNothing by Flammingwolf
Seeing nothing but dark, wide, open starry sea
My existence floats among the boundless stars
Fading into a endless hopeless, nothingness
My hands begin to vanish, falling away, far
My mind turns blank, leaving only black emptiness
I must apologize for my abrupt depart
So sudden it must seem, to your sad broken heart
But I am becoming nothing but empty dust
And smiling all the way down, turning to rust
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The Eye of the StormDark clouds and lightning flashes,The Eye of the Storm by ClovistheNinjaKing
A storm that rages inside.
The thunder behind the glass crashes,
I'm facing the storm wide eyed.
I want to duck my head,
Close my eyes and wish it all away.
Hide under my bed,
And wait for the light of day.
Where can I find the eye of the storm,
Out of the rain and in the light.
A place beyond where I can feel warm,
Away from the pain and gone with the night.
Light against black trees,
Streaking across dark skies.
Branches twisting in a wicked breeze,
In an air where no one flies.
Raging through this cold night,
Tearing up the earth and into the air.
Black and white in my line of sight,
Lighting up the world in a deadly flare.
DeadDead by Aobaa
During the hymns, you'll all sit with folded arms.
Pray for forgiveness;
then, return to your cars.
You go straight home and commit every sin.
Just repeat the cycle, because you'll claim it's in the flesh.
So, why must you run in circles to avoid your "Loving God"'s punishment?
You'll sin for 6 days, and then repent on the 7th.
When it comes to loving your god, you're not too persistent.
The master of all creation and the controller of your existence--
and you have the audacity to put him 2nd.
But during your funeral, everyone will stand.
Because you all have more respect not for the living, but dead.
Did you ever stop to think your god may be untrue?
Have you realized that your beliefs lack virtue?
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right placesBeware Of The Bad Boy by Rifle1980
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say