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Aldrew "joy: a simple act of fate fate: blown by the wind if you're one day late you might find all your joy at end what you need you hold so don't look up above and if you've not been told don't throw away his love please don't let him slip don't drop and crawl please don't bite your lip and watch him fall regret, like an asp consumes tenfold and within your grasp is hidden gold no coin flip nor wheel spin just hold him tight 'cause rarely chances come again so please please do what's right"

Voyage into Pathos "Waves of bitter sensation swell in a deafening cacophony of shattered peace in a shameful storm of trembling teardrops tumbling through a sky so bleak angry streaks of pure white flame tearing the dark in a deafening release cancerous chaos risen from a deep sea of despair into an impeneterable peak My white sails wave onward tossed and torn within my seared soul water regret rusting away at my battered bow in the remorse of unabated rain through the eyes of angels all hope of surviving an escape from slaughter seems a strain which is stemied in it's doom: a hope held high in vain Celestial beings: decieved, for though

Paroi Déception Verse 1: "Another handicap, and my failures are still around. People, never satisfied, are always looking down. Thoughts running rampant in my head, all odds, and I wish I was dead. Nobody knows how what I've done, could ever be right, and in all this dark, there's no light." Chorus: "All paths are now blocked, all bridges burned. No one can help, no one's concerned. I should have known... A wall of disappointment, I built it alone. Words lost in emptiness, nothing makes sense, feeling helpless. Collapsing me down, it's over now..." Verse 2: "A life of affliction, fueled by mental restriction. Help me to learn, to

Wrong is Right is Wrong "I breathe well intent I think But as they say: The path to Hell is paved with good Intentions. As a PC chip that has malfunctioned, or the birth of the ugly duckling, I am somehow hideously lost within my own confines. What I try and think is right, bites me back as a rabid dog is wrong. Virgin of my purpose, I have devoured my angel wings, with swift descent, I try in every way, to rid myself of this ever foul smoldering smog. Sorry Forgive for being so utterly devoid of understanding, but might I ask you this? If all I believe as right is wrong, am I so purposeless, so pointless, so pitiful? Pathetic."

Solstice for the Weary "The sun displays it's reddish rays through the shrouded leaves bursting through stoutest gaze and every shadow cleaves In meeting, darkness gives it's way providing warmth and aiding sight the sun defines the day and vision to beauty so bright What better cause than the sun showing all is good and right dispersing any need to run but every need to stay and fight"