Devils Dear DiaryI can't find faith in the God she believes because the God she believes I found to be me and I am wrapped up in all of his strings He's got me knotted up in all of his sins He pulls me a puppet on all of his fingers and the stains of his decadence always still linger because the sauce of my lust is this deceitful seductress who always believes in her God of all Sin, she brings out the temptation that flickers within me and I cannot help but bend to her will because living without her is making me ill It drove me to the bottom of the bottomless glass and sealed up myDevils Dear Diary
Sonichu: The Novel Part 1In a time not to far from the present, a young boy wanders through the ruins of a once great metropolis. He sifts desperately through the ruins looking for anything of use; food, water, batteries, anything that will make his life slightly easier. A strong wind blows and the boy looks up to see a cloaked figure walking towards him through the dust. The boy clutches his one possession, a small knife, close to his chest as his eyes widen in fear. He knows what strangers can do to him in these dark times. As the figure draws closer it extends a hand with an orange bottle in it. Both stand still for what feels like an eternity, before the figure sSonichu: The Novel Part 1
For the Old FolkWhen I was a young man I would wonder wherever my feet would take me Past rocks and rivers and railways Wherever my feet would take meFor the Old Folk
When I was a young man I walked all over the world my lad Through France and Finland and Fiji All over the world my lad
When I was a young man I saw a million wonders my son At dances and dinners and the old main drag A million wonders my son
When I was a young man I went walking over yonder hill To garrisons and guards and men with guns Walking over yonder hill
Now I'm an old man T
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"When we have jumped into the sea
the waves will go on breaking
for we are only foam
and no more."
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If a picture speaks a thousand words, a poem speaks all of the right ones.
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