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we are the flames who have been caught in the rain
we are the children of tomorrow in chains
we are the burning rage that's right in your vains
we are the pawns that will be rulling your games
we are the children of the fear and the dark
we are the ones that live their life on the run
we are the lovers of the moon and the sun
we are no targets but the sons of a gun
we are the weakest phobias of the might
we are the warriors who fell on the fight
we are the starlight on the edge of the night
we are the burning pain that's blurring your sight
we are the broken house of unity's home
we are the clouds that will be bringing the storm
we are together we are never alone
we are the coming but we're also the gone
we are the children of tomorrow in chains
we are the burning rage that's right in your vains
we are the pawns that will be rulling your games
we are the children of the fear and the dark
we are the ones that live their life on the run
we are the lovers of the moon and the sun
we are no targets but the sons of a gun
we are the weakest phobias of the might
we are the warriors who fell on the fight
we are the starlight on the edge of the night
we are the burning pain that's blurring your sight
we are the broken house of unity's home
we are the clouds that will be bringing the storm
we are together we are never alone
we are the coming but we're also the gone
Literature
His queen, my muse.
Pomegranate seeds
have the most
bitter of tastes.
She is more
than a myth,
you know;
unsullied
and untainted,
a spring's
breeze with
the most
arabesque
of lips.
There are more
flames beneath her
skin than in all of
Hades. With every
breath she takes,
winter cries out
for redemption.
She is magenta.
A maiden of
jasper and agate;
lily eyelashes and
locks of supple ivy.
His goddess:
eternal,
unwavering—
a hyacinth among
weeds and sweet
harvest among
the wretched.
Literature
Permisson
I didn't give you permission
To come into my life
With all the subtlety of a train wreck
I didn't give you permission
To play around with my emotions
Like you did for the longest time
I didn't give you permission
To be so nice to me
Or to be so perfect in every way possible
I didn't give you permission
To make me like you
Or to become my friend
I didn't give you permission
To become the object
Of my affection
Nor did I give you permission
To be so beautiful
Or so unbelievably amazing
And I certainly
Didn't give you the permission
To steal my heart
Like you did
In that split second
When we first met
Literature
I Dream of Music
Why do we dream? Think about it for a moment.
It's an interesting question, one with many answers. Science says that we dream to help the mind rest, or, as some think, dreams happen all the time, we simply don't notice them when we are awake. The "New Age" theorists say that dreams are our minds coming to grips with everyday problems, dreams are us trying to solve those problems. Of course, dreams are also the things we want in and for life, where we want to go, things we want to have, who we want to be.
In my mind, dreams are our salvation.
Without dreams, no-one would want to make the world better, there would be no science, no history,
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wow this is really great, love it :3 the rhythm is beautifully done