Why are we doing this again?"
We must claim the throne back to my fathers name; Jarol has taken too much away from our people. We may be different from the rest of those who live in this land, yet we were the ones who brought prosperity and peace to the world around us. That mortal has brought nothing but death and famine to the children of this land, and I will bring back what we the Erions have toiled so hard through the ages to gain."
Yes that must be it, though I must say that you picked a pretty awful night to start out on such an unusually noble quest for you. Usually you dont care much about the other people i
¿Su tirón de las almas las secuencias de mi corazón
una llamada vacía hace señas a mí
el ritual de A de los extremos en los cuales no puedo participar
yo oigo que su alcohol interno que llora
para perdido salido de su mente
la memoria se descolora, agua a través de sus dedos
imposibles sostener, los resbalones con su mente
mi memoria de los padres todavía sostiene rápidamente el mío
cómo podría usted lo dejó ir esa manera que
él era mejor que eso, por qué se olvida
es su memoria tan doloroso que usted la dejaría ir
a cómo podría ust
Repressed
lies, deprication of self.
moral demise.
the corporate machine of america.
"in god we trust"
statement of political banter.
plastic words for a plastic nation.
bred to live the american dream.
elderly parents in institutions.
billions of dollars for the promotion of
cutting edge abortionary practices.
prayer in schools has been replaced with condoms.
the value of quality family time has regressed
to the television's filth and sexual innuendo.
repressed.
our forefathers established this nation,
under the grace of God.
in all his provisions.
why we are so richly blessed.
our Father,
deliver us.
If I go
If I go
Will you come back?
When no one else sees,
Will it be me?
Will this be,
A sentiment I share?
If you can't,
give purpose,
to this place,
of nothing,
can we leave,
This dream?
Believe in me.
what is the opposite of excitement
maybe its the classroom with no room to vent
without excitement I cannot stand
Sometimes I just wanna kick this school in the can
Your souls pull the strings of my heart
An empty call beckons unto me
A ritual of ends in which I cannot take part
I hear your inner spirit weeping
For a lost one departed from your mind
The memory fades, water through your fingers
Impossible to hold,slips through your mind
My fathers memory still holds fast to mine
How could you let him go that way
He was better than that, why forget
Is his memory so painful that you would let it go
How could you come to me and not remember
Why do you no longer remember?
Is there anywhere...
Where the land sits in still silence
and the people stare blankly in a trance
Where the people still think the earth is a square
Sometimes I I wish I were there
where glaciers are pink not blue
No more lies, andything can be true
Dreams become reality
No darkness, lives without duality
I guess its just me
But sometimes I wish itwould be
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