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I've written a lot of stuff, and heres what I have on my computer. Please tell me what you think.


Dull

Photographs of faded memories.
Find shelter here,
find peace here,
find something here.
Shadows foretell future.
Rest under my wing son and grow bright,
stay strong.
My future is foretold,
my path set,
my life preached.
But I will not perish,
I will not grow dull.
Dreams become reality,
between battles and wars.
Fear fills my empty head,
my empty body,
my empty heart.
I separate my soul and body,
I separate church and state,
I separate man from himself.
I separate.
I march into darkness,
to die,
to live,
to fight,
to grow dull.
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(No Title suggestions towards title would be appreciated)

Hey there Mr. Big Shot
How’s the weather today?
Does it look like it's gonna rain?
Hey there Mr. Big Shot
How’s the killin' today?
Does it look like it's rainin' blood?
Let's sail some seas
Let's burn some jungles
Let's kill civilians
Let's have some fun

Say there Mr. Big Show
Who's who today?
Should I get this new jacket?
Say there Mr. Big Show
You know what should be important in our lives
You know what religion to be
You know who to worship
But I was wondering,
what weight should I be?
What's ideal?
What's important?
Thank you Mr. Big Show
I'm gonna go throw my life away
I'm gonna go get some plastic surgery
I'm gonna go live a glamorous life
I'm gonna go kill some heathens
I'm gonna go die for nothing
All with a smile on my face

I love you Mr. Big Show
I love you Mr. Big Shot
_________________

Home

I’ll go home tonight,
alone.
And I’ll cut off my wings,
because you don’t like them.
Exchange my halo for horns.
Burn my virtue,
to keep myself warm.
I’ll change for you,
I’ll change for you,
I’ll change for you.
Just don’t hurt me again.

I’ll go home tonight,
with a friend.
He’ll help me mold my personality,
to your liking.
God knows I can’t do it myself.
According to you,
I’m worthless by myself.
I can change for you,
I can change for you,
I can change for you,
Please don’t hurt me again.

I’ll stay home tonight,
and watch my reflection change.
I’ll stay home tonight,
and watch the sun explode.
It’s ok though,
the sun isn’t important anymore.
I will change for you,
I will change for you,
I will change for you,
Just don’t hit me again.

I’ll leave home tonight,
without you.
My days will be brighter,
without you.
You’ll never see me again,
and I hope you’re happy.
I can live without you,
I can live without you,
I can live without you,
I can live without you.
You’ll never hurt me again.
______________

My Reflection

Sensational delusions,
two opposites become one.
War and peace.
Hate and love.
Never and always.

This can not be.
This should not be.
This will not be.
This isn't me.

Discontinue!
Inflict pain no more!
Twisted demon with a mouth for war,
you will die tonight.

This can not be.
This should not be.
This will not be.
This isn't me.

Burn!
Dismember peace,
and start anarchy.
Resolve your problems
with blunt force.

This can not be.
This should not be.
This will not be.
This isn't me.

And the broken glass shimmers.
And the broken souls unwind.
And the blood on the floor spreads.
And the note reads,
"Without one, there can't be two."
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Dear

Dear Precious,
I walk alone.
They left me to rot,
but it’s fine.
I’m only the last left of a dying society.
Quite alright.
Bid my race farewell,
I won’t survive the night.
The dementia’s rolling in.
Tankers and tankers of the it piles up.
And I’ll slowly sift through it,
to find my sanity.
I probably won’t though.
But don’t worry,
I’ll steal yours,
piece by piece.
But perhaps the sun will set,
to make my life easier.
Perhaps the sun will set,
to make my life easier.

Dear Traitor,
I walk with you.
One will continue,
and one will stay in this wasteland.
I’ll leave you to rot,
but it’s fine.
You’re an expendable asset.
Quite alright.
Bargain all you want,
but you’ll admire me in no time.
I’ll brainwash your society,
to make myself a god.
I’ll still be a reject.
But they’ll admire me.
The dementia stays with me.
It follows me wherever I go.
I can’t get rid of that god awful stench.
But perhaps the sun will set,
to make my life easier.
Perhaps the sun will set,
to make my life easier.
Perhaps the sun will set,
to make my life shorter.
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Comments, criticism, or anything would be appreciated greatly!
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