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All criticism is welcome. This was inspired by Tool, good literature and personal events.

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Sound the alarm, the animals have the farm

Hide the gold from the enemy, wouldn't want any close to me

It is better left unsaid, unread, but some possibilities must be activated

Tell them all that the truth is not far, that one day each one, day will be mylar

and one will return from the house of found sight
not without the pain of a price paid for the acumen
derived from one, another, the other axe

Bite the bullet, restrain the beast, gently pull it

Loud and intense it rains, thunder, people, run from pains

Out and in the derge sways, kind of touching in some ways

Of personal ties lost and gained, trees have grown, soil's been drained

Delight of sanguine eyesight hasn't been seen since a trusting fright

and one will return from the house of found sight
not without the pain of a price paid for the acumen
derived from one, another, the other axe

Crack the whip, run the dogs, daylight comes through the fog

Ultimatim clear in sound, carries a chorus of veracity found

Making one wall strong, not in stone, but fortitude in inside tone

payment received in full collect one,
another, the other at the reception desk.
I wish you farewell, and a safe trip.
Now, do enjoy the rest of your life.

As well, gone, don't feel responsible for
nostalgia comes from that other time.
Gone away, have my day, you can
eat my icecream, too.
Reflect the mirror back into itself.

Reflect the mirror back into itself.
Last edited by Peeno at Mar 5, 2007,