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 Poison
Open wide swallow your pride You're like poison to me Can't you see I long to be me Open the door Let me be free Can't you see falling to pieces you and me I step away I step away Poison in my soul is what you give to me I let you see what you could not see Poison, poison is what you are to me! .+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+. ALONE I finally stand alone, without help, without hope, the tears flow forth, the pain I feel.. I can not convey, I cry in silence, I cry in vain, I want your help to heal my pain. You claim you care, you claim you feel, understand me you can not, touch me, reach me, nah no more, for my doors to thee have closed forever more. .+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+.m 
The Oil Lamp One single lamp was lit with one stroke of a match. It seemed as if darkness was all around the world. No sun no moon no stars. Just an oil lamp in the middle of the deep, deep, darkness. There was nothing around this oil lamp just a table holding it up. The lamp left a single glow to the world which was now gone. No people, no cars, no houses. Nothing but deep, deep darkness with a table with a lamp on it. On this table was an oil lamp nothing else at all. But you could see the impressions on it that was left by some innocent youth. You could see the imprints of toys and a vision of a book. The book you see, was not a book at all. It was a diary a diary of a little girl. The name.. no name at all. The slate on it was clean. The diary started to open a picture was there, seemed to be a picture a picture of me. I grabbed the oil lamp and ran for my life, for once I knew my life was gone. I yelled but had forgotten that I stood alone, alone in the deep, deep darkness... with an oil lamp in my hand. I wrote this oil lamp one when I was 16. .+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+..+'*'+. Drive forth the sword deeper twisting it as you go.. feel the power, feel the rage, feel it, possess it as you steal the last breath, ask yourself so you feel the power? As God's almighty hand smacks you down with pain, you cry to be forgiven as the souls you kill can be no more, you live a life full and long, feel the power, feel my pain, feel my pain as I ease thy sword unto the deepest parts of your soul. Feel my power, feel my pain, feel my rage, close your eyes, now you see death can be your only hope, forgiven you are not and into hells hands I send your soul, FEEL MY POWER of thy own cold cold steel...  Choice
The choice was made without me Linger on I may Unknown of the things to come Lost in time, lost in love. Looking above, Seeking the ultimate love, Unbeliever made the choice, Alone the choice was made, Was there the hand of the everlasting? Or 'twas the hand of Satan guiding the blind. Seeking some faith, Seeking my love, The sun sets, A new day has come.
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