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[The_Evil_Gentleman]

Hey, what do you think of this

Sketches Of Life

There's a moment in life...
Where you gain everything
When you feel that you're alive
Your soul got to start and sing
Seen death on befriended souls
But some of them didn't reach their goals
What on Earth did they experience
Heard the hymn of silence

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(Chorus):

There's a time to live
And there's a time to die
There's a time to love
And there's a time for hate
The road to nowhere will always remain
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What did you do in your lifetime
Corresponds the existance of you
When will I have to smile
The light over there had grew
Before you die, you see life in your eyes
Since then, the mistakes you had to realize
Did you have fun or did you lie
On bed, you had to start and cry

(Chorus)

"One moment you could be anything
the next one everything's disapear
I will be remembere by some
and forgotten by others
you only cry twice in your life
when you are born and when you are ready
to die..."

-Simon Nader-

(Solo 1)

"Life is just a journey
experienced once and once and for all
you cry for some and laugh at others
why don't you cry on a villain's death
when I experience and look at the
sketches of life drawn"

(Solo 2)

(Chorus)x2

"A memorial for the ones who die as a young age.
Either in war, accidents, cancer or more. Earth will
cry for you..."

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The End

 

[madcheese9377]

How bout' mine?
ALONG BLACK WATERS
There's a face every week on the milk cartons now,
we don't know what's going on.
There's a madman out on these coveted streets,
and the cops don't have a clue.
There's a father that comforts his daughter___she...
she has infinite beuty.
Along black waters
Along black waters__that's where he leaves his victims
never to be seen, caskets buried empty, and tears fill their eyes for years to come.

There's a funeral almost every month this year
and the bodies are never found.
There's a fear that's been gripping everyone so hard
carrying guns to arm themselves.
You can't do anything shooting shadows
firing shots into the dark.
She swims along black waters
That's where she found him,
Burying them along the shore.
Along black waters, she can't believe what shes' seen,
but he doesn't know that she knows, she can't say a word,
He's the only friend she knows_____.
Along black waters, this time she falls victim, too late the cops catch him, burying his own blood, first casket to bear a body, she talked too late and died a hero____
Along black waters_________.
-RJAIII-

 

[Corpinen]

This one is tentatively titled "No angel" and will be included on my band's first full-length. If you folks come up with a better (and free-of-charge, of course) title, I'd happily use it!

Counting the hours left
There are none
No big words
No angelic figures upon us

Tears tear down high hopes
No expression
No gesture will tell
The approaching emptiness

-AK

 

[startafight]

The Decay of You

cut down the line from your lips
ruined capital, breeding terror
victims of thousand mute diagrams
today is decay and so are you
the street is dying and broken
your savior is all going death
forsaken birth and black eyes
bleeding! force the concrete bleak
look! the parliament is burning down
state of despair affairs of the demon
exhale and inhale, human system
corrupted youth and absolute apathy
charming suicide, dwelling homicide
you are your own worst nightmare
this current hell occupies your space
when everyday is a sinking ship
the our so called formal demise

 

[blueskytheory]

33rd; Her Blue Sky Theory

She trots ahead
Ignores the vacant cities
Dismisses everything
She tends to laugh, which baffles me
She won't shut up
I don't dare speak loud enough to echo
But she loves to hear the buildings reply "Hello"

I haunt her like a murdered father
A hagard man hanging on her elbow,
keeping a vigil while she softly snores
The forest of leaning chimney stacks
and razed cement foundations
is her crib as she sleeps on the earthen floor

I loot the ghost towns,
salvaging cans and kindling,
but she's too distracted to eat
from all those dreams
The education she receives
when she is fast asleep

She claims that once the sky was blue
or something just as silly
"Blue as milk from stubborn Bess,
blue like the drooling war-drones
The duds that swerved and flipped
and never hit a thing
Those few dumb drones--they lie in craters,
frothing coolant that's vivid blue."

She insists, convinced the sky was blue
and I just let her carry on:
"Everywhere the ground can't touch,
in pools between the gentle clouds,
but not like these--the clouds were white,
and you could drink them when it rained."

The world is her playground,
borderless and treacherous
She's up with a start in the uneasy dark
and forgets about breakfast
Blue or not, the sky perches above,
an unseen dome behind the clouds
A roof that rains on the weary
and the unstarvable urchin

Oblivious to the cold, she snaps out of sleep
crawls to where I lie in a heap
Her obnoxious echos rouse me from troubled rest
and we continue to the west