| A poem about the idiots around me who would beat me down. This was written in 2007, I believe, but it still applies to today's workings. I am still plauged by idiots and I am close to my breaking point. |
| A poem about the idiots around me who would beat me down. This was written in 2007, I believe, but it still applies to today's workings. I am still plauged by idiots and I am close to my breaking point. |


If I...If I...If I...
If I were to love you... Would you return the favor? If I wanted to fly away in to the setting sun... Would you watch me go, and the silence savor?
If I could have one wish That you could get the gist Of and to me give... Would you do it, and insist That I should not thank you but live And in your love thrive?
If I said I had had enough, being in a mood, And walked away for good Taking everything, even your heart, with me... Would you cry and try to persuade me that you could Make me see Sense, and make me happy?


Cross of the Guns IIICross of the GunsCross of the Guns III
There he goes again... What's with this guy? He's got a calling But it goes against everything his code depicts. Why? Why is he so reckless? ...A bit like me, really... Too much like my dark side... But he does have a calling- Protection of his friends, Of someone in need... Me, even thought I don't really need it...
Back to back, with each reload I wonder what he's thinking As he plans out our next move.
This guy's berserk In his own little way. I'll accept him as my friend, As one like myse


Cross of the Guns IICross of the Guns IICross of the Guns II
I watch him go as he sets out... I don't know when I'll see him again Or if I will be able to tell him...
The fire crashes and rages -I hear it from where U am- And I rememeber what's happened on this strange journey: The fights... The deaths... The destruction... The wonder...
What is this sorrow I feel? It's like I've lost a part of myslef I never revealed... My nature... It's exposed...
This is not what I wanted...
These were not my intentions at all...
I will bear his cross, his mem
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Fear me for I'm the one to pass judgment on this sinful world.
Fear me for I'm the messenger of death to sinners.
Fear me for I'm the one with power kings.
Fear me for I'm a human cursed by God.
It's about time.
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Sometimes you must try;
Sometimes you just die;
But sometimes you gotta die trying!
VINCERE VER MORDI!
Victory or death!!
(Even if I must die trying, I will still prevail.)
The Wind rages yet!
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Fear me for I'm the one to pass judgment on this sinful world.
Fear me for I'm the messenger of death to sinners.
Fear me for I'm the one with power kings.
Fear me for I'm a human cursed by God.
LAUR! YAYZ!
--
Sometimes you must try;
Sometimes you just die;
But sometimes you gotta die trying!
VINCERE VER MORDI!
Victory or death!!
(Even if I must die trying, I will still prevail.)
The Wind rages yet!
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