

SimonSo he swang the mighty blade, in a hypnotising arc So he lopped off Simon's head, alone in the dark So he gazed down with the glee, into the fading eyes So his breath suspended, in awe at his craft And as the now dead theif lay next to his toes An anxious screaming grief, came to a close All the theif's takings, returned to his chest All of his mistakes, now lay to morbid restSimon


MisunderstandingWhat is this need, I feel inside The fear, I need to hideMisunderstanding
A clear conscience I keep Yet much I weep
"Lost track of time, in a flurry of smoke" All these fears, yet little hope Blurred by variables, well within my control Perhaps afterall, it is my head that should role
Unkempt and intoxicated, I stand alone Passing judgements, when little I know Will it come to pass, that I will be shown
The bitter anxitety, the frail hand Will never be helped to understand The suffering of all, shall only be slowed By guidance and understanding, an
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So your whole belief system centers around some celestial midget-toss?
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~rainstorm-amaya~
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Join the MudKipClub
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i will check out your stuff presently
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"Fire burn wisdom in me
Wisdom set mind and spirit free
Moonlight show me the mysteries of life
Winternight give me clearsight and storms to fight"
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