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oft i have

sparred no malcontent,

oft i have

killed with no lament,

oft i have

failed to repent,

oft i have

pushed thee into debt,

that you would

earnings for me have spent,

that you would

yearn for another

on which to depend.

Jack Jack

break the back,

grab the sack

and what you lack

becomes yours

for the taking

yours for breaking,

Yours and more

that you should

be left sore . . . left out

I feel so lost when I am sad,

We see the cost of

of our lives on this land.

He spake many tounges,

but none that we can,

found him on the banks we did,

we called him the River Man.



Row Row Row,

Through this water

I shall row,

Down Down Down

here the River Man will Drown,

Dead Dead Dead

we thought him dead

til he said

"I cant help but fell

so lost when I'm sad.

I cant help but over-keel

when what I've done is so bad."



He showed us many things,

of other lands and their kings,

he told us many stories then

of knights and ladies laden with rings.



So he leaves singing

Row Row Row

Through this water

I shall row,

Down Down Down

here the River Man will Drown,

Dead Dead Dead

we thought him dead

til he said

I can't help but feel

So lost when I'm sad,

I cant help but over-keel

when I've killed the family

I once had.

I am honored to

chase your dreams

through time and space,



to run after them

in a sprint,

though I know it

is not a race,



Oft referred as

"death from above"

Gabriel has never

been known for

Raining Love.



Inspired by VR member Raining love.

The evil prowls

they are abound.

Demons spread througout

the crowd.

Angels will please you not,

so restricted to the clouds!



Demons free? Angels Not?

They're all prisoners,

the whole Lot.

To truely be seen

as truely free,

Humanity must remain

On earth, air and sea.

So far so lost,

what has it cost

for you to feed

the tatter'd home.

tears are shed,

blood is bled,

nothing more,

so come to bed.

and we'll together

start our dreams.

Keep flying

across the black sky,

amongst your brethren,

blind to the night,

here come the bats now,

overhead! Souls they come,

souls of dread,

Souls that cry out

for anything but death

Inside you lies the truth,

I offer sadness upon the lute,

catch me if you can.



Inside me lives a lie,

You've offered forgiveness,

but i cannot cry.



Inside the angel,

She finds there evil,

but choose it not to use.



Inside the Demon,

He sees the Kingpin,

Offer no compensation

for them, for they evil are,

and when in love,

even the Demons Kiss.

I've sail'd tha deep dark sea,

i've no want to follow a creed

lay'd down by a man distant,

more than a thousand leagues.

let the souls of the lost find their homes,

let them know the pain

left in the wake of

pawns following kingly thrones.

let them know peace

surronded by bloodied stones,

let them often, nay always

find the less worn road,

and add a set of footprint,

to make it known,

pioneer vengance,

gain but a glass of empty content,

to be filled at the last moment,

with not but a breathe,

thirsting for blood . . .

thirsting for death.