And so I run,
Navagating the rooftops,
'Til I come across,
A lady in hightops.

So beautiful she seems,
So fit and fleshy,
I hold back,
Could it be me that you're testing?

I pounce;
I bite;
And then retreat,
Just to get a look at who's
At my feet.

OH NO!
It can't be!
not her!
Not now!
I didn't recognise her,
but i don't understand how.

Well
I guess now it's time,
For death or transformation
Do i let you die?
Or join my sadistic congregation?

Hidden behind a smile
Is a lie so deep.
Hidden behind a smile
Is a secret i must keep.

My lifeIs what I make it to be.
It's all
I allow you to see.

'Coz when I'm down
I smile
To keep the facade going.

Because it is better
If you remained not knowing...

The rhythm of my soul,
The beat of my heart.
My whole being composing music,
With the vocals so set apart.
Blood rushing like a guitar solo,
While my mind keeps the bass oh so low.
The percussion of joints click, oh so sweet,
While keeping the pacewith the metronome the is
My feet

The rhythm of my soul,
The beat of my heart.
My whole being composing music,
With the vocals so set apart.
Blood rushing like a guitar solo,
While my mind keeps the bass oh so low.
The percussion of joints click, oh so sweet,
While keeping the pacewith the metronome the is
My feet

anger kept from centuries past.
building up to erupt with a mighty blast.
a heart so pure,
a mind so innocent.

a life morally llived
in a world so indecent.
intencified by wars,
multiplied by rage.
this is the time in which
massacres will uncage.
immortal pain held inside,
now with emence vigor is unleashed.
cities fall,empires crumbl
at the attack,
the world is made humbl
a time to be forgotten by those who survived
for this is not evil,
yet very litle are left alive
it's holy retribution,
my solemn contribution
for a utopia i seek so clear
and has thus become oh so near

let your life shine glory.
let your heart tell your story.
let your mind be free
and creativity wonder with ease.
let your body move in ways like no other
yet being able to stoop
to the levels of your brothers.
let your eyes see what they were meant to see
and let your life
be ultimately free

1) vindictively, the victim vilified the vintage viola in view of the vigilant virago with a virgin visage

2)voluntarily, the veteran victimized the victorian victualler with a vivid vicissitude



(more shall come)