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-Disguised Agenda- I upon one time faded into a blackened abyss, my heart of pure gold was staggeringly tarnished. We are born innocently into corruption, to be warped by all the surrounding bloodshed. Violence once obscure now defines peace, as societies agenda to steal away the meek. To tempt is worse than to be tempted by another for who would want to ruin the lives of others? Society, made up of hidden evils, its agenda disguised, tempts its believers to euthanasia, destroying them with lies. Therefore I stay with myself with the ability to resist, healing the wounds of my blinded days in the abyss. Societies agenda: disguise

How can words describe a man, who on his own does what no other can. A man which loving and caring cant explain, because this man is too good for simple words to relay. I sit here now and think of him, and how he impacted my very life. I replay the words I might hear from him, in moments of my uttermost strife. And now I cry these tears of blue. Gone without warning, it was the Great Lords demand. He left us to fast for his goodbyes to be said. Im sure hes in heaven, gameboy in hand, telling us now that we shouldnt be sad. If my papaw was here on this day, This is something hed probably say: Son I love you, and forever Ill stay

I am a lonely boy who is sheltered from life. I wonder what it's like to gaze the stars of the night. I hear carolers sing at christmas time. I see myself in a field of knee-high grass. I want to experience the diversities of my existence. I am a lonely boy who is sheltered from life. I pretend I am sailing the immense ocean. I feel the fresh spray of cold salt water on my radiant face. I touch the mysterious blue as I glide with the wind. I worry that my happiness will soon come to end. I cry because I realize it is a dream I am in. I am a lonely boy who is sheltered from life. I understand I have the ability to resist. I say my

Under their serenity, your contentment is never depleted. Your fortitude has been raised to the highest of highs. Fly away, fly away for your soul has been lifted. Gaze into their radiance, wings of desire, the butterfly. Under their serenity, your tribulations are vanquished. Your spirit is free to roam this universal paradise. Innocently you glide among the realities of deceit. Inevitably this will be broken, taking away your false prize. Under their serenity, you come to an understanding. These creatures innocently serve a God given intention. The calmness will surround you, serenity is demanding. Don't resist tranquility; choos

I feel your words of wisdom as if they were impaled into me. I hear your actions of violence; you must be my enemy. Your control takes no effect; my conscience will not allow it. Find another being to posses; I will not be your puppet. I realize your words of wisdom were nothing but a lie. Your malice won't prevail for evil always dies. Send me from this hell to a road of deliverance. The price I pay is too great to relay; it's my punishment. "Punishment for what?" you say, but I turn my head and look away. I'm ashamed that I fell for your hatred; your impurities caused me pain. I must adapt to this for fear of death, for the weak l

When Solidity Expires When solidity expires walls come crashing down. You cry a cry of despair hoping to convince yourself, that reality is just fantasy, where angels fall to the ground. Their climaxing decent brings you false hope; they're not here to help your pain they're on their way to a place called hell. A home I wish not to claim, A place I wish not to dwell. Fortitude is sapped as solidity fails, for is that not what that means? These senseless words that string a tale, forge my words into a clear scene: Not many understand my condition, the reason why I feel this way. They probably care not to hear my words, to listen

Anger, Regret: They Coincide My words they spill onto this paper, as my blood pumps drastically. My emotions are roaring to be released, as the anger flows freely. My vision blurs as a mist of tears swell. They drip behind me marking my trail. Waves of fury wash over me, as intense bursts of energy augment. Clarity ceases as my mentality fades, leaving a senseless mind of torment. In my blind rage a mistake is made. Consequences high, apologies to late. Stained and inanimate lies on the floor, the victim of an outburst of violence. A bloody puddle dispersed amongst the still, marks the scene of my current lament The knife decorated

Sadism, Carnage, Hostility, Me My emotions have been twisted into corruption. My heart has been eroded straight to the core. Pitiful is a word that compliments my condition. My soul has been shredded and can take no more. What perils I must face for what you've done. You're gone without word now my fate is lost. I will never walk freely enjoying the morning sun. My life you have wasted to suit your own cause. Damn you to hell for the torment you've put me through. Damn you from salvation, which is something I deserve. Salvation I can not obtain, for the things done because of you. I'll join your poor soul for eternal torment to se

Twining songs of silent souls that spring from heart to mind never enter spoken word and so their truths unwind.

Yo! I be drivin through the hood, My 24's lookin good. Ya know ya cant touch this... I think ive gotta piss. My Homies help me rap, but i still sound like crap. All i care about be cars, money, clothes,and bling. I say this is a song but i really cant sing. So you betta get outta my grill... Diggy dawg just chill!

A singed fantasy, An ageing sight A worn down light Shakespeare Poe, Who would know? The next chapter The book The pages Open, Close, Everything will show

The Garden written by - Marcus Maneval I walk through the garden of shadow and cold Where the scent of death weighs on the air And it's residents revel in what darkness they hold For they are alone, only solitude do they share I walk through the garden of the never-rising sun Vanquished by turmoil, it rises nevermore The senders of blackhearts know not what they've done And we shall ever-remember the scars of yore I walk through the garden of frostbitten soil I watch as red is turned to black within veins I watch as black murders spirit with turmoil Smiles we need no longer feign I walk through the garden of valiance now tame I

Time (The Tragic Fragility Of White Picket Fences) by: Marcus Maneval Time we have, and time we spend 'Til we come 'round eternity's bend. An unstoppable turn we all must take. But I fear, before then, ne'er shall I awake. For to date, I hold no calling or place, But a heart of virtue, and her elysian face. And although, her, I forever embrace, I fear for our future we nearly taste. Set it aside and continue the day, But "what shall become of us" will stay. The heavy glare of the raven, I feel, Perched in dark rafters above my bed. The cold breath of the wraith, I feel, Grazing the hair behind my head. Do, these burdens, my ey