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cha cha chaaa...ch change
and be like
infinite call webs
know your will
brittle glass hands flake
mechanical toys that
in a previous life
have taken wing with thought for you
melted sun in blue
another and we will dine
gang up we flee
bounded beyond breath where
sighs retreat away
for a moment
breadththe jury voted
by a hair's breadth past the margin
to make the page bigger
at least they swallowed their pride long enough
that in the moving of worlds and
shifting voices they
incommunicado and bored
made love to you
with needles bearing future wine that
stings of ending
from beyond the chasm at th...get blazed
and everything will be alright tomorrow
in the blink of a thought and
for tuna and blowfish this
presents a chance but
to land lubbers like you
time to check out
for just the taste
of the salt at low tide
like stinging blood from ocean's veins
a fish and chips I'd
take a moment and enjoy
sate the empty spaces that have grown
where an appetite and hunger
once in a bright place lost
for my sins, I'm not to know the pleasure
of the rub of flesh
lips luxuriating on my face
ringing of glasses bearing noxious wine
I can say these things and yet
no sense of them ever again
cos from beyond the chasm at
the edge of the world looking back
I catch a mere glimpse of home
and then I'm gone
Words I roll my eyes and look away,
not caring what they have to say.
Their hollow words don't hurt at all,
I stand there sturdy, like a wall.
But others begin to crumble, falling down,
And as they do, I start to frown.
I lift them up and pull them near,
And say that there's nothing to fear
The BoyThe Boy
Rural France, 10th century AD
I was driving horse and wagon on a dark and stormy night,
When, by chance, I came upon a truly frightful sight.
A man, scarce out of boyhood, an arrow in his back,
His blood pooled all around him, his face all pale and slack.
And I decided there and then, to nurse him back to health,
Though my farm and house were modest, and I had no extra wealth.
I laid him in a bed of straw, and bathed his fevered brow.
I cleansed his wounds with water, fed him milk fresh from the cow.
After many weeks, his hardy strength, once lost, had now returned,
He offered me his services, his gratitude I'd earned.
No longer pale, but flush with life, he strengthened every day.
Young women, on hunt to find a spouse, surprised, looked oft his way.
But days of plenty never last, like milk, they never keep,
And our suffering went by a name: he called himself Philippe.
Philippe had been a vampire long before my father's birth,
And where'er he went came Hell al
song of storms(sorry if there is so many spelling mistakes in this thing)
Dance around, dance around
Brave the storm and hear the sound,
Nightmares have past
But this can not last.
Young hero, young hero
Danger fills the sky somehow
Come and sing the song of storms.
Fallen dreams, battle screams
Fade into this melody
Come and play this song
Come and play along.
See my friend, this will end
Thunder rages over head
Let us play and sing this song.
Bring the rain from hill to shore
Blow away the pain
Save us with the rain.
Battles rage, fade away
I sing through the pouring rain
Listen as I sing this song
This shall end, this shall end
For the hero of time still stands
Broken he may be
but he still stands free.
Come along, come along
Please be brave, even just for me
We shall have to win this war.
Time shall pass, time shall pass
The war is gone and we had won
Fallen he may be, he is still free.
"Please don't cry, please don't cry
I shall fall and I may die
Just please s
Sunfire (Hellfire Pony Parody)Mother Zacherle
You know I am a righteous mare
Of my nightfall I am justly proud
You know I'm so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, ungrateful crowd
Then tell me, Zarcherle
Why I see my sister there
Why her lavender eyes still scorch my soul
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her shining hair
Is blazing in me out of all control
This fire in my skin
Is turning me from kin.
It's not my fault!
I'm not to blame!
It was Celestia,
The witch who sent this flame!
It's not my fault
If in Faust's plan
She gave my sister
An advantage in this land!
Protect me, Zacherle!
Don't let this pony cast her spell!
Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone!
And let her taste Tartarus' hell!
Or else leave her precious sun to die alone!
Now, sister, it's your turn!
Choose me or
Your sun will no longer burn!
Faust have mercy on her...
Faust have mercy on me...
But she will be mine
Or she will BURN!!
Feathers Across the Seasons - English Lyrics
RIN: Falling flakes of powdery snow cover the mountain ridge in white.
In a rundown house in a ghostly village,
We lean in close throughout the cold, winter night.
"The day that we met, it snowed then, too,"
You whisper fondly with a warm smile.
I turn my face, flushed from the hearth fire,
And hide in the shadow of your sleeve.
With the approach of the spring,
I sing with the twittering birds of its joyous changes.
"What a beautiful voice," you murmured tenderly.
And just those simple words made me so happy.
“If one day, I grow old, and can no longer
Sing beautifully for you, would you still love me?"
"Of course I would," you smile kindly.
Gently, your large hand caressed my cheek.
One summer afternoon, fresh leaves aglow, you fell ill from a desperate disease.
The livelihood of a poor village couple
Is not enough to afford the medicine to heal you.
The next day, and the day after,
I kept weaving and weaving at the loom.
Autumn's fleeting maples shed their copper leaves,
The Majestic CatThe cat is majestic, beautiful. It sits like royalty, and it’s small bed is it’s throne.
As I start to pet its fur, which wraps and warms the cat like an everlasting blanket,
It starts to purr, quiet, yet completely clear,
No other sound is heard, only the beautiful cat’s purr, and my breathing.
I lay next to the cat, on the cozy, soft bed, which feels like a cloud,
I ease my body, all the tension stuck in my body flowing out and away,
As I focus on the sounds of its purrs, and find myself falling asleep to the cat’s lullaby.
Window Voice.It was the day after the charted,
The worded opening.
The door was small,
Flat on its hip, without a knob,
The clients countless
And mourners countless.
So many ages, so many lands--
Oh the ice hands!
How many lines wait
At this nowhere gate?
The window is the new door
For this small door,
Plain, dead in all,
A door high
For things that fly,
A crawl space for things tall and long.
The back of my chair
To this open window,
My scarred back to my chair,
And right there!
As subtle as the chirping air:
A voice, warming my hair.
The dead window spoke to me,
Saying only one word.
But did not turn
To my turned chair
Until the single word
Was spoken, sung.
My turning head
Silenced the chirps,
Stopped all things moving.
Were they ever there?
Where did they come from?
Not one car passed
And no one left their homes.
The sighing song,
The most distant against my ear
Sang a single note:
Sengoku Heart.- Blade Theme(RWBY)*A Guitar was heard with flapping of flags while Blade was standing on a field of armor, flags, and katanas from the Sengoku Warring Era*
Hear the roar of the inferno! Hear the Boom of the Thunder!
Im trapped in a Warring States! whose side should i take! (Listen to Your Heart!!!)
Just listen to your heart! your ancestors tell you decide your FAAAAAATE!
UNLEASH YOUR SENGOKU HEART! Unleash your own freeeeeedom! Unleash your own Resolve!( Find your Own Place!)
Lost in this field, nowhere to go (Hear Your Hearrrrt!!!)
Im chained to the ground the Inferno cries out for me to be free, The Lightning Screams for Freedom, YOUR SEN-GO-KU HEART SCREAMS FOR TO BE FREEE!!!!!
Iam Lightning and The Flames of Revenge, Dont tell me what to do!, I decide my own Fate and death, Life and Death, RISE UP YOUR FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG!!!!
You have a SENGOKU HEART!!! FLARE AND SHOCK! ITS THE SPARK N BURRRRRRRRRN!!!
*Blade walks away before looking at the viewer "Unmei(Fate)..will you accept it...or will
Nights Of Choosing.A man, sometimes a woman,
Makes their way to my lips,
Moving them from within
By whisper, by pulsing voice,
By nothing, mindless bellows.
Your mouth hurts me, love,
In more ways than one.
Chances should never breed.
Their names make me renounce fate.
Your mouth bites without a bite,
His teeth smoke yellow,
Hers ghost white.
It hurts twenty times a day, everyday.
I look over the corners
And out the windows
For wide eyes and curious ears.
They whisper twenty times,
Moan twenty times, plenty I hurt.
They are why I lock
Two walls of doors before showering.
They abort all I buy
And carry, all I marry, all I birth.
They walk down black streets
With leather coat strangers,
Stumble upon dieing oxen
Spontaneously catching fire,
Boney patch by patch.
The little hairs smoking yellow,
Catch by catch.
Yellow like his thin, jagged teeth.
The leather coats air
Into the black like a shadow,
Black patch by patch.
These nightly trips,
These hourly leaves
To the happy fair keep me
From my troubled choosi
Polyand furtuna oh she wails
that the seedbed
plain as a smoke stack
with no grasp of what has
this not to be taken
with steps that echo
backward from zero
fuck the epilepsy
that blinds your land
and the bowtied straightjacket
pencilnecks in scissors
are wishing death doled out in hidden places that
belie the hate of the day
burial's the word
drat and fuck it I'm slow
and the waste is a scattering soiling clockface
turning backward from zero
you wade... and drown
lap up the water try to walk
fuck the screens that glare and stalk
because you can't see past the blue
of gazing apple cores and the truth
regressing in exhaustion
backward from zero
Polly you're the end. and always were
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