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Hell is for children By pat Benatar
23:24 Jun 20 2006
Times Read: 723

They cry in the dark so you can't see thier tears, they hide in th elight so you can't see thier fears. Forgive and forget all the while. Love and pain become all in the same in the eyes of a wounded child.

Becuase hell is for children and you know thier little lies can become such a mess. Hell is for children and you shouldn't have to pay for you love with your bones and your flesh. NO! hell is for children!

It's all so confusing this brutal abusing, they blackend your eyes and then apologise, bedaddies good girla nd don't mommy a thing. Be a good little boy nad you get a new toy, tell grandma you fell of the swing.

Becuase hell is for children and you know thier little lies can become such a mess. Hell is for children and you shouldn't have to pay for you love with your bones and your flesh. NO! hell is for children!

sheppards roses
07:53 Jun 19 2006
Times Read: 728

They are drunk and they are dreaming,

some foe strike in friendly seeming.

See the metal dark and gleaming,

all who know the symptoms well.

They are lost and they are sleeping

Wrapped in shades no eyes be reaping.

See the silence pass there seeping

All whove seen the crimson swell.

They are blind and they are bleeding

Some who die the sheppards leading

See the heartbreak they are treating

All who know the veils all well.

Nightshades passing, nightshading rending

Into darkness once more blending

Leaving only dead behind.

22:51 Jun 17 2006
Times Read: 730

Standing on the edge of today looking at tommarrow.

Yesterdays the mirror and I don't have time to borrow.

Theres abetter way to fight this war, the one I feel inside.

Shadows halls ,crimson waterfalls the secrets of those who died.

Wheres tommarrow gone where there is only now.

Pushed away and walked down the only path I knew how.

Tell me I'm wrong I'll try all the more.

Push away to settle the score.

Been years now since I laid him in the land.

Tattered and torn trying to prove he was a man.

This war ends in blood and the fields all crimson daze.

Blackroses on the morning the marble steps a glaze.

Bathed in silent moonlight the sky is now a blaze.

Though I danced the ancient song, the rythm was so sweet.

With ring of fey and honeyed bread with death I'd never meet.

Courted by his tender hand when all I've loved to dust.

Gentle was his feathered touched in ebon shades arust.

Tommarrow held such promise and yesterdays today.

When tomarrow comes I'll smile and walk the path my way.

You died to set me free, to make me whole and understand.

The price we pay for living when all will turn to sand.

Layed a rose upon your grave in the silence it once gave

A smile on my lips and pallid fingertips.

Ebon dove
01:56 Jun 15 2006
Times Read: 734

Broken is the dove,that hathnot learned to fly, with sorrow in it's

song and desolate cry.

If razor tears could write the lines of fate, that bloody book would

lay broken without a date.

Written the song of the dead, long whispered lies,Bled forth from

graves marked evil where in such your silenced truth flies.

High above the sky your crimson rain it falls, Bathin gthe blood

thirsty land and out to those children it calls.

Tearing, it's moving to pull the soal apart, screamin gun folding

it's an ancient art.

Broken are the people for the lies they have lived and broken is

thier wings for silence it's death gives.

Hope
01:55 Jun 15 2006
Times Read: 735




Written in the sands of time, found only in the blood of rhyme,

whispered by the tongues of old, for this there is no single mold,

unheld be hands of any who came, left pure but tis never the same,

tainted words fo jaded love,bitter regret fo the dove,

for intombs and graves that lie, known is this to never die,

written in the stars above,settled in twilights velvet glove,

found to have no time nor date, melded with the strings of fate,

untouched by slaving moral ways,does she sit and count the days,

waiting for one to remember her name, stronger then and why she came.

~Hope~

Forgotten
01:54 Jun 15 2006
Times Read: 736

written in ink and signed with blood, burried in tombs now rust and mud

Locked away few none to find, hold the keys the few remind,

Put to death the crimson flow, Rested intombs of cursed bestow

silver eyes to lead the path, thru the trees the forest of wrath,

Cut away and concrete built, lost our way the secret's melt,

Written in blood and etched in night, burried beneath the secound sight

All one ream no vails to hold, all one place the perceptions unmold,

Like amicroscope the view to change, Never moved the world does

rearrange,

how many know this trick of trades where the line between light and

dark fades.

What is light but for a populus whole, what is dark for for personal

group's goal?

Whatis good but creationto unfold, what is evil but preservation

and transformation to mold?

Moral ways of slaving hearts, Mortal bounds no understood parts,

Written in night and etched in stars, some still whisper and hold the

scars,

How many will listen, how many will know.

How will come the talents grow

The war unfolds the vales grow thin, war to spill over to al worlds

with in

Crimson lands now born of fire,

Ebon lights the souls of aeyr.

Returned from tombs and paths of old,

to see how man can be saved with tales unfold

Shadow flame
01:52 Jun 15 2006
Times Read: 737

Roses born of ebon fire, from ashes risen new desire

Born of talents rare and old, Washed from places of stories told

Once the hearts of men were true, once the honor abound they knew,

humbled all the great elite, Fallen now unto deciet

razor wire wall humanities claim, Taught from birth another game

Raised in etiquette proper and rare, Born a lady with firey care

No fears to haunt these saphire eyes, only shadows the edges prize

Held fast to once an old resolve, Rite' followed the path evolve,

To what knowledge can we find the key, between the secounds are the

moments of immortality.

We are not of flesh and bone, not whichcan be carved in stone,

Born of aeyr our souls complete, trying to understand ourselves

nature's elite

Whispered once on toungues of old, in places far of stories told,

Lay in silence now held bare, So few left and less to care,

Of ages doth the phoenix come,oracle of ages the world's undone

One more lost civilization in time, societal worlds the ties untwine

How many lost of shadowed born, how riased to hate in scorn?

how many hearts have fallen bare, stripped of fruit devoid ofcare?

How many sheep blinded at birth, how many talented to never know thier

worth?

What will we become when all is lost, and who will have paid the

piper's cost?

Evolved with nature we leave behind, the society of mundanity those

who are blind.

A gift of birth our talents a psalm, How many born of ebon nyctenflam?

biddings wove the binders way
00:11 Jun 15 2006
Times Read: 740

Found in palce long of old,

held fast in hand untouched they fold

Weave to wander, fight to fast

held in sequence chaos atlast.

Child of sorrow lest be ebon wings

Songs o ancient toungue now sings.

Long beheld the ancient codes,

Fast befell the silent shadowed roads.

Tattered cacoons gathered in might,

Embraced together brethern do fight.

Bond in honor oaths to mold,

Most forgotten in dreamings hold.

Still to wander the times desert great,

Weaver of destiny melder of fate.

Bid the bound that bind the way,

Bind the bids that bound do stay.

Learn the teacher founts of great,

pourith forth and deliberate