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Suicide Notes From a MurdererWhen we are young, some things seem obvious to us. We are sure of silly little things. Things like elephants are afraid of mice, mice love cheese, cats kill mice, and dogs kill cats So many things are obvious. Other things obvious to us are right from wrong and how we are probably never going to commit anything above a venial sin. We will never steal, we will never cheat, we will never do drugs, and we will never murder Stop. There it is. We will never murder. For, you see, as we grow into our adolescents, things begin to fade. MaybeSuicide Notes From a Murderer


The Days of No GloryThese are the days of gloom and no glory This is turning to a very dull story And I wish I could try to help my tomorrow But I am already drenched in my sorrowThe Days of No Glory
The story of a king without any crown His expression was smug and turned in a frown Not a soul obey the king with no show And his might and majesty sinking low
These are the days that our luck is grim And every move we make is out on a limb And it's hopeless to dream, hopeless to seek And our tomorrows are looking quiet bleak
The girl in the tower never to know Her knowledge cannot


Will You Dare to See?We all go unnoticed We are all empty souls All our walls are transparent And our plans all filled with holesWill You Dare to See?
But we go unnoticed With our hearts washed away Vacant gossip is our costume But not to be seen, we pray
And we go unnoticed Our lives simply uncorrupted yet Our ears only tuned out To give no reason to fret
We are all unnoticed Our lives too busy to see through The worthless words dont seem to stick And our thoughts untrue
How dare we go unnoticed? Your empty eyes never to see All of us in a rec


The SculptorOne day I met an artist coming along He was a sculptor to be more transparent His art provoked a beauty so lusciousThe Sculptor
And its message was so declarant
He sculpted perfect apparatuses All the women with perfect curves And little bit of emerald envy snared me For my lack of splendor played my nerves
He showed me how with his sharp tools He carves away all the unneeded flesh The lump of clay is transformed To an angel, new and fresh
I watch intently as he sculpts away I watch his hand move so perfect and straight The details of the
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She's the raw flame
The live wire
She prays like a Roman
With her eyes on fire...
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