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Lifted up in a box, with just a name.
But it's not your fault WICKED's to blame
Up in the glade life is hard
A house, trees, a giant yard
Stay out of the maze you'll be fine
Go in the maze, Greivers gona' dine
Shuck-Face language you need to know
But your the greenie here so just stay low
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A lonely man
With only a box
With two broken hearts
They always come an go, and he has no one left


An angel of The Lord
Who raised him up
A broken brother
Full of mistrust

A highly functioning sociopath
With his trusty friend
The tall one is a genius,
The other is simply a man

All of these people know me,
For I am always around.
Some call me hatred, pain, loss, or fear
But I only seek a friend.
You wallow in me, yet while I feel so powerful,
You rise up, talk to people,
And run from me once more.

Who am I?
As wind strikes trees
Blasting off leaves
Taking away the young growth

The jackets stretch tighter
The nights grow longer
And the homeless are in danger

Children are screaming
Parents are grumbling
And cars are tumbling

Windows are causes of fears
Temperatures are causes of tears
Blankets are causes of joy

Snuggling tighter
Freezing together
Warming each other

I cause them to cringe
I call them to tears
I take the young and old from you.

What am I?
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A certain truth
That is certainly true
It seperates us from opinion
To tell us who

Magazines may deny it
But The truth always comes through
And in any case
It shall always be true
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Light no longer stays
children cease to laugh and play
trees more bare every day
their cloths have fallen to decay
north wind blows again
the drumming on the roof has no end
brother winter peeks round the bend
Who am I?
We love to be brutal and we'll never die
We hate the emos all they do is cry
We have glorious long hair
Insult our heroes you wouldn't dare
Running low on intelligence,
Our words might make no sense
Most are mistaken as satanists
Well at least we don't slit our wrists
We love to bang our head
No one leaves us till they're dead
We may be an ugly bunch
But watch it, I eat people like you for lunch
Black is our attire, we fight fire with fire
We sing along with Death, till our last breath
We love to look at gore, and I need to find more
Now I ain't gonna lie, but there's gonna be no more mr.niceguy



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The utensil made
To write people's wrongs
And the end of a pencil
Is where it belongs
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>Be 1923
>Mother Russia
>Communist Master Race
>Take peasants wheat
>whoever resists goes to gulag
>Mfw Germany tries to stop us
>war mode activated
>the allies join us
>Rekt Waffen SS
>Bully the fuehrer
>Victory.jpg
>Moar wheat
>Moar socialists in gulag
>Fuckyeah.png
>Don't mess with the Commies
>Who are we?
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A soul amidst darkness and fear,
In her mind, nothing is clear.
The kindness is killed and scorn resides,
Something different from lighter times.
All she can see is black and white,
Attacks of anxiety wrack her mind.
Her wrists are scarred,
Her vision marred
By twisted ideas of beauty and worth
Slowly it reaches her heart and gets worse
If only she could be beautiful and free
Then maybe she wouldn't turn to me
Caged my her mind, blinded by her eyes,
If you think you know, then who am I?
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The young prodigy
A shy teenage girl
Playing the strings
Cello was her whole world

Until she met him
A punk-rocker boy
They fell into love
And she was filled with joy

Until one day came
Her family drove
But never got there
Into snow they dove

The crash killed her parents
Little brother, too
She had to choose life
Or die on the bed
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