Just gonna run all these as one post
Does it mean that much:
A blind man can see the world for the truth.
But a man blinded by lust and greed only sees the world for bettering himself.
If the human race is ever going survive, he must shut his eyes and open his mind to see the world a new.
make a change, be the difference and save the world.
see the world for what it is, the true beauty withen, not the "beauty" sitting on the surface of a dull mirror.
in this world a new.
gold is dull and worth nothing.
sex is no longer pleasurable
and war is a word that is not spoken world wide.
close your eyes, take my hand and open your mind to follow me into this world of PLUR.
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A threat to myself:
Something is wrong with me, I can feel it!
*help me, help me, help me*
Slowly Manifesting itself in my body, Killing me from the inside, Taking control.
Can't anyone stop this, and save us?
I can't fight it much longer it's a battle I'm losing and I need your help.
The one who will Truly be my everything?
Wont you please come and Save me from myself?
Or will you sit and watch as it takes control, Killing me...I need you...
But to truly save me you must stay with me, Or the Virus will begin to Manifest itself even faster then before killing me.
If you don't come I'm destine to suffer a slow death from this Virus Called *Need*
Let it be known, Life is a killer and its killing us all.
Living our life's.
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The painted rose:
In this fading life.
Within the darkness, a gleaming light.
A Dying Piece of former peace.
A painted rose to hide the death of our life
Stuck atop our graves before we die.
A grim picture hang above in candle light
Darkness has over come beauty in the world.
An old man frowns upon the world of today
as everything he once knew fades away like a dying dream.
Abruptly awaken from your slumber
You find yourself alone with nothing around you but a fading glisten in the shadows.
A Rose to represent your life.
Not Dead or dying.
Can't you see this world kills everything..
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The painted:
And Artist paints a picture in a world of gloom
And hangs it over the face of the dead.
Attempting to disguise the pain and suffering of a life lost.
An Old man of a time long past.
Frowns as he knows his time nears
His face soul losing faith in the world.
A heart colder then a winter night.
The rising sun gives way to a new day.
A day in which the old man shall not see again
For his face has been Framed in pain and covered with paint.
See not the pain, but the beauty in the world today and cherish the moments for now
For you to will soon join the painted.
Thats pretty much my best ones. I personally only like The painted rose.
