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No longer one under the sun
Bringing fear to everyone
Not caring for anyone
Having a love for none
Taking in hate by the ton
His corruption has begun
The start of a darkened decade
From the holy path he is strayed
People hold back because they're afraid
Now blinded by his killing blade
Blood dripping, sweet serenade
As night becomes his eternal shade
The devil put on its disguise
To blind the one in his eyes
All he can hear are their cries
As he says his silent goodbyes
From the flames of it's lies
Lost within his own demise
Consumed by the emptiness
Bound by the darkness
I heed to the madness
No more, am I harmless
I now bring death regardless
To you, I am now heartless
The nightmare inside of him
It has turned him grim
Beckoning him to his only whim
But he doesn't know if he can swim
Into depression, the lights are dim
After all, he's broken from every limb
At the sound of the church bell
Here is where he fell
Letting out his last yell
Knowing all was not well
Getting ready to dwell
In the black flames forever in hell
Bringing fear to everyone
Not caring for anyone
Having a love for none
Taking in hate by the ton
His corruption has begun
The start of a darkened decade
From the holy path he is strayed
People hold back because they're afraid
Now blinded by his killing blade
Blood dripping, sweet serenade
As night becomes his eternal shade
The devil put on its disguise
To blind the one in his eyes
All he can hear are their cries
As he says his silent goodbyes
From the flames of it's lies
Lost within his own demise
Consumed by the emptiness
Bound by the darkness
I heed to the madness
No more, am I harmless
I now bring death regardless
To you, I am now heartless
The nightmare inside of him
It has turned him grim
Beckoning him to his only whim
But he doesn't know if he can swim
Into depression, the lights are dim
After all, he's broken from every limb
At the sound of the church bell
Here is where he fell
Letting out his last yell
Knowing all was not well
Getting ready to dwell
In the black flames forever in hell
Literature
Prayer
I thank you, merciful Creator,
Whoever you, up there, might be,
That I was not proclaimed a traitor
And no one yet imprisoned me.
I thank you with my heart, Almighty
That yet my tongue wasn't ripped out,
That I am for my word still fighting,
And for my liberty I shout.
I thank you, Owner of existence,
From you I learnt all that I must,
Against offense I hold resistance
And I am used to pure disgust.
I thank you with my soul, Redeemer,
That time is limited for me.
A fear of fools: One day the spirit
Will leave the body finally.
And so, I pray to thee, Soul-Bearer
Let me dissolve in haze, I tell.
Dull is eternity in heaven
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For the Ones Left Behind
I shed no tears for you who sleep,
nor for the clay that breathes no more;
for why should any faithful weep
for one who suffers nevermore?
These tears are for those left behind,
for us who must remain alone,
deprived of light nor hopeful sign,
long waiting for our journey home.
The years of life creep slowly by
while we await our coming end,
yet not a day marks those who die,
who with the angels Christ attend.
With spirit tongues, you sing of hope,
in song eternal life proclaim,
in vain attempt to help us cope
with never seeing you again.
Your joy cannot to earth descend,
nor douse bereavement's wicked bite,
so pray instead
Literature
Courage
True courage, is when you take a stand for reality,
and don't cover it up and try to hide it..
...pretending it's not there.
A soldier doesn't hide from the enemy,
knowing his life and country are at risk..
...needing to take life seriously.
A friend doesn't back down,
from taking a stand for others when needed...
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