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- The End -

The End
In The Beginning We Didn’t Know Why
What or Where That It Was We Were Going
All That We Knew Was That Yes, You Were There
So To Help Us Begin To Start Growing.
We Believed In Your Cause Through Each Epoch of Life
As The Ages of Time Washed Through Years
Now Look Where We Are, and How Far [...]

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- The Other Side of The Spectrum -

This World Is So Vast
Too Many People – Too Hard To Fathom
Each One With Their Own Heart
All The Emotions….
Each One With Their Own Mind
All The Connections….
Each One With Their Own Sense of Purpose
All The Greed – All The Filth – All The Lust
What I Wouldn’t Give To Run a Serrated Edge Through It All
What I [...]

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- This One Goes Out -

This One Goes Out
This One Goes Out To all Who Feel Worthy
Of Crowning Themselves ‘The Judge’
To Everyone Bold Who Can Talk a Mean Talk
With The Haughty Air of a Grudge
It’s Meant For Those People Who Smile In Triumph
At Dominating Out of Despair
To Those Who Can Live With Black Hate In Their Heart
For Ultimately They Do. [...]

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- Words For The Weary -

Words For The Weary
When Feeling Lost With No Control
Remember Who You Are
That Thought Alone Should Be Enough
To Deal With any Scar.
When Rocks are Thrown by Random Chance
They Make For a Bumpy Ride
Although They May Be Rough Indeed
Don’t Let Them Break Your Stride.

When all Around Your World Falls Down
Just Open Your Umbrella
A Song of Woe May [...]

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- Merry-Go-Round -

Merry – Go – Round
I’m Caught On This Merry-Go-Round
- Of Time and Space -
The World Becomes a Blur.
I Hold On Tight With Both My Hands
Yet Always I Feel Unsure.
Should I Hold On
To This Justified Merit
Spinning Ever So Out of Control…
Or Release This Grip I’ve Built To Withstand
From Reality Taking Its Toll…

I’m Caught On This Merry-Go-Round
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