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All my hopes is Yours dead, love is what you lost' gained your greed, your success is wanting need, only happiness found monetary' through your see' good job' All you are is need, our bleed is/wasn't your forgiveness. Thanks but No sorry from me; enjoy.

A shadows step glimps unto light a reminder of the cause of our fight, seeking our wants only betrays those thoughts it is our heart we do seek but for again all small is lost, never wanting to know what it was that it cost, a battel won, a war that is lost; for those who choose became our cost, for again large with small will no sooner claim this call, it is here and now to make this choice.

One passionate look, You tore my walls away, One soft touch of your hands, I knew what  it meant to be a woman, With the passion of one kiss I knew we were meant for all eternity. Time and circumstance separated us, And I began to die. I wake each day always wondering will I ever again know the touch that is yours? Will the tenderness of your lips   ever again touch mine? Will the sweet scent that is uniquely yours ever be on my pillow once more? I pray for sleep to come so I can see you once more To once again feel the tenderness as your lips tough mine To know the tender caress of your hands and see the passion in your eyes as you g

Some people think crows are bad luck They love any shiny thing They are nothing like a duck they have a different way to sing They are as black as night They come in different sizes They like to fight And ware many disguises They can recognize faces Whether you are friend or not No mater the races That is lot I like crows For they can recognize there foes

We are an army of one One hundred One thousand One million The numbers don't matter All we need to know is that we are here We are here and listening So scream Shout out to us Your brothers Your sisters In arms Arms scarred by the names we were told to believe we were Hearts cut open with the sharp points of scalpel like sentences We share your pain So cry out to us Even as the demons come up from those wretched holes that you call your soul Even as blood runs like rivers down your chin as you go blind to everything but pain As your vocal cords tear and shred under duress Scream for us Raise your hands on high and call our names Even as the t