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The night everything changed.
When the sun came at last the streets were quiet,
The stores were bare and the voice of silence filled the air.
People hoped and prayed that the storm had passed but the Shoah had not yet emptied its glass.
A doom crept inside speaking of their ending time.
Tears were shed,
Homes were burned,
And the world uttered not a word.
The night a world died.
The night a hell came to life.
The night that God cried.
Like water dripping down.
I wander the sea,
Wondering if Ithaca will see me.
I have nothing.
I hold nothing dear.
I have no drive,
Sloth I am called here.
Acknowledge MeAcknowledge me,
I've been waiting for so long and it is you who makes me strong.
Whenever I'm lost and don't know what to do,
All I need is to look at you.
It's your smile and your laughter that makes my life worthwhile.
And when tears fall from your eyes I too cry.
I want to be strong like you,
So that I can help you achieve your dream.
I want to comfort you when the world is cruel and mean.
It would mean the world to me if you looked at me with love in your eyes.
Then my heart wouldn't cry.
I try so hard to open this stuttering mouth and say how I feel,
But my tongue is paralyzed by fear,
Scared that your words aren't the ones I dream to hear.
I want to hold you and never let go.
I want to be with you always,
Even if the world says no.
I need to hear you say you love me because I love you Naruto-kun.
This Ugly Yet Beautiful WorldGuilt,
Emotions that won't disappear this time tomorrow.
These are the songs I'm singing.
They left me far behind.
Ease of mind,
They I have yet to find.
Do they reside under these two suns?
It is so troublesome and yet I carry on.
I haven't given up hope on this ugly yet beautiful world.
I'm waiting for the world to call me.
I'm lying on my bed with a pillow underneath my head.
I'm staring at the wall,
Too lazy to even fall.
I'm waiting still,
With plenty of time to kill.
Nothing is going on,
Nothing is going on.
I don't know where I'm going.
I just don't have a clue and this,
This is all I can do.
Lying here imagining the sound life and looking up at the trees,
Waiting for the world to call me.
Walk in the RainI like this cold bitter rain; it brings a chill to my soul and makes me tremble down to my very bones.
It reminds me of those out of sight,
Stolen by death,
An embodiment of a primordial night.
The wind keeps calling out but nobody hears.
The sky keeps screaming but nobody is here.
I walk in a city with no people.
I walk with a heart that's heavy with sorrow.
It is raining out.
When I'm sad it rains and when it rains I'm sad.
I cry for they all died and it's because of me.
My pride was a blade and it struck them down and now I'm alone.
Alone in this city without people.
Flying or Falling?Thirty-five, thirty-five, I'm fucking thirty-five feet high.
Up above me,
The sky is so close as I prepare to fly.
My breaths come in gasps.
I am gazing at the chasm below and then the ground drops beneath me.
Time stands still for a moment and then rushes past as I soar free; as free as a bird could be.
The wind screams as I breach its domain yet I do not care for I still soar.
Faster and faster I go, oblivious to the ground.
Suddenly the great maw of the Earth cuts short my mirth.
My feet touch the dirt and gravity comes to reclaim me.
Still my heart still pounds even with my legs touching the ground.
My soul in that moment soared and it's still flying because for one moment I was one with the sky.
Looking UpThe inky blackness of the night pulses with light.
The stars are whiter than snow and purer than rain.
The trees slowly sway,
Innocent and free from taint.
The wind stalks along the ground,
Waiting to pounce on the morning sunlight.
The Milky Way cascades across the sky as I lie on the cool grass and sigh.
"Ahh, what a beautiful night it is to be alive."
GreedI have no thoughts and I have no beliefs so I take and I take and I take until even the Earth bleeds.
I want women, money, power; everything there is to take even though my thirst can never slake.
What about God you ask?
Possessions are my God,
They fill the void inside and they sustain my life.
I have no use for your spirituality, morality and things I can not see.
If it can't be counted, measured, or weighed than it has no use to me.
However, if I could,
I would take that away as well.
If I could I would even steal the very grace of God,
I would rip apart people's hearts just to fill my own.
Yet even with all I have I am still cursed for I am Greed and no measure is enough for me.
Never shall I rest for my mind is constantly torn.
Never shall I be content because I always desire more.
I am Greed and never will I be free from me.
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