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It is the people who create people May 07, 2006 Their blank façade fades black to white Perilous fear capture hearts are they Gallantly mounted horses Storm the castle keeps But vacant to stone Was echoed of their ‘vasion Empty are the threats But cut like spears Thro’ velvet stems Tears the heart and soul Laughing with merry wine and drunken night In the displeasure of those beg to differ Cruel are, these days Mockery of incommodity Hate splicker of tongue burned with poison Turn thy ears and orbs Do not seek peace From treacherous eels of your supposed comrade for it is not one to cause err of human But to satisfy one selfish It’s is, but of course The people who create the people Fear spawn thro’ their soul, Rejection lies under. Only releasing the monster Through hate and fire, Does it destroy. The pain of flesh Blemishing under surveillance One cherish moments, of rumors past. Down goes the walls, Down goes the king. Fallen has the royalties, Fallen and slain by friends. Trust not of your instinct For men lies in nature Sweep in angel Dust my eyes For I am ashamed of Who I became My fallen friends I weep not but of those destroyed in hatred fire Burn by those who fear Challenging behind a veil of darkness and without much ceremony Destroy all those who trigger phobia like spiders on webs of lies. Fold39Crane フオ-ド三九クレン |