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Shackled once you were, iron bound and bound to stay that way looking up from the gutter, the bleak prison, home. Lawyers walk the streets..

You said your love, like a blanket, Would keep me warm forever. Yet I'm colder than your latent heart. You handed me a paperback promise, One th..

The fingers upon the unbiased hand Point in the direction of the fairest maiden. Like a corrupt compass that only points to the hearts' desire. T..

Who is the father to all natural beauty? We know of the mother. The glory-seeker. The one who stands tall on the mountains of her offspring, And s..

Remarks that spark, Anger in your heart. The evil you that Comes out in the dark. Full of rage, Dressed in black. Breaking bones, To watch yo..

Evil takes many forms, It doesn't just hide behind Satan's doors. Strips good men down to nothing more, Than sewer-dwellers, beyond the poor. Ev..

Sombre was the life you led, Greed was the taste on your tongue. And deep was the hole that housed you. Black was the colour of your heart, Corr..

Breaking barriers you wouldn't know were there, the endless wonder. It goes on and on. My mind, the fragile being, is blown. It is non-stop. We..

We'd walk. We'd talk. Make plans. Hold hands. And see how things turned out. Sing songs. Right wrongs. Play games. Make names. And gaze, and ..

Shakespeare was my brother, The more successful one. He'd woo hundreds of women, While I couldn't even woo one. He spoke words like a king, Of ..