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Jack O Lantern Jack O Lantern, Please maintain Thy face stern.   Hide my heartache, Let the flame, Keep her face.   Carve my face, I shall smile As you age. Carve my face, With your age, Your rage.   Jack O Lantern , They are haunting, They are laughing. Let me carve, My true face.   The Last Fury The sands grow slow As the last grain falls, My broken wings Are but barren bones.   These tears, these fears   The heart, forsaken, Beats burning fire. The things, forsaken, Now awakens my ire.   I can never forgive...

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Serpent We ride the serpent’s back. Unaware of its fumes we die…   Fear’s infant Brings death, death   Who was the true Perpetrator? A scapegoat, A scapegoat.   These twin fumes Guides our vengeance; why must we kill those who meant us no ill?   For all our faults We run amok the media’s instigation guides our thoughts, our nation.   Never daring to wake Never caring to wake Corruption of Youth Spring has yet to come. With the coming gale our heart begins to fail under Winter’s tune.   The spring blossoms Lie petrified…   Quietly the maggots,...

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I Told You I told you Never live a lie, I warned you Yet you set aside Words that never lie.   I sought you, Hoping to behave, I held you From your disgrace,   You claimed graced, As you breathe Mars, I must be a cast Of this struggle.   I warned you, This is the struggle of fate,  As it hurried seeking to take.   The breath of my, of only friend, The breath of my only end, The breath of my enemies, The breath of my nemesis.   I told you to live again, I told you...

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Orquidia This Fein lives on others, It requires their blood, their life. Their self-sacrifice, Cannot suffice this parasite.   In the end it reborn Red, and crimson,  Known for her cunning And self-mortal clash.   Such rare Orquidia Only exist in the past, Its seeds drifts Hoping to find A final resting place.   Awaiting slowly For the final day, Until the recollection From the orchard… The only immortal one.   Humans keep on taking… Its life forsaken!! In wasted pleasure For blind’s Beauty And scented grimace.   Forever chained to us; Such Flower should be Left alone in order...

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The Dog That I Have Lost Pluto, Pluto, my faithful friend, I have left you behind, with no regrets. As the day turned night my friend, without a tear shed, I bid you, rest.   In daylight I fall and wish for you to be same, but for all desire I see not you. Without you life has become lame; the hollow wound left screams bright hue.   Never, not once will you shadow behind.   To replace thee will be such a callous sin. You are the dog that I have lost, Pluto, my faithful, loyal Pluto. Lunes If I...

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