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I am your serpentI sing the confusion,
I cry out the chaos,
screaming all the madness that I ever would have known.
it's such a pleasure,
to be of service this evening,
butler for your protection,
more like a serial killer.
I serve you day and night,
being the best friend you'll ever have,
just to make your demise so much sweeter.
I just thought,
one more time,
why did it have to end,
with the waste of my life,
this is my last words,
I am your serpent.
The Mighty have FallenI have been forgotten,
I have fallen,
Misery has taken it's toll on my mind.
I have become Hector of Troy,
A man of honor and benevolence,
Destined to be struck down by Achilles blade.
I have become Cyrano,
The poet with a hidden love,
Stricken down by my own pride.
I have become what I have feared the most,
A monster in the depths of my mind,
A forgotten hero waiting to be judged,
I am Forgotten
We are ManyI am insulted,
Stuck in a group of those I don't belong,
In alliance with those I despise,
We are individuals,
Not copied files on a computer.
They read us as covers of a book,
Never opening to read the pages inside,
Put into a type inside a larger group,
We are people,
Not titles on the shelves.
We are society,
Not a category,
We are not one,
We are many
Post Madness Suicideyou must listen,
you're monster is coming,
suicide is too good for you,
and everyday you feel like there's nothing to do.
So you start a song and it starts to come back,
everything you ever done,
the means of your demise,
sorrow, regret, misery,
all of these is the epitome of evil.
the lines are blurred,
vision fade as you read these lines,
all the delusion of pride and joy breaking,
fading through the black.
like a nonsensical monster losing to it's blood lust,
you stab a blade into the heart,
but the fault is that heart is your's and the lights are fading,
I guess the story ends, we're out of here.
Ghost in the ParlorI couldn't believe what I saw,
Everything is burning away,
Monsters of rulers ruined the day,
A giant song of immorality.
Death has come to take us a way,
People fight like cornered beasts,
Waking to the slaughter,
With Death on their tails.
Doom has brought a nightmare zone,
Full of chaos and discontent,
Fires burn the skies as the world turns black,
Devil's advocate standing on the rubble of Everest.
Sanity is breaking,
Vanity is coming in,
Will be their last.
But here I stand,
Just another ghost in the parlor
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