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Now I play the harp of twilight and sing the songs of dusk true to my spirit and loyal to destiny and this undeniable visit, perfects my being   A gift of destiny, I hope, because my eyes to twinkle and dwindle in the intrigue of her...

There is a literary toxin to slows down my biceps of fluency, A grim behemacy, a hazy wall, unseen but powerful that plunders my ideas into oblivion   But as my mind witnesses this theft, it can do nothing but seek an oasis where it...

Ability, it is the actinide that breathes the radiation of power and control   Ability, muscle of the mind, biceps of mortality, strength that lasts as long as immortality   It is the fission of success, transforming fiction to...

He stands there, infinitive tons of undoubted muscle, mind equipped with pursuing magma of deep gutted grizzled, apparently he's ripped, if you know what I mean?   Success is his tattoo with eyes that burn like a furnace, he sees gold in...

With firm conscience, an anvil ones eyes see clarity, with iron of rules, unbended by compromise, by the hammer of practice and constant routine does not mold one into a restricted shape but makes one mentally and emotionally...

when destruction walks with comfort upon the lands of innocence, pulses are frozen trepidation takes over, all instincts are porcupine, pricked by caution   The air is treacherous, it has been bribed by a hazardous silence, refusing to...

war has been dethroned militance has lost the war, the fires sees, the bombs, corpses of defeat   and the sun shines, the sky begins to smile and the awakening of a new dawn and the sanguine departure of the dusk of blood, no more...

I stood there, staring at this new metallic acquaintance, it rebelled against my financial freedom with this boastful glass, that housed the food and the drinks, I'm talking about the vending machine   At the top corner was mountain...

In the temple of self doubt, I didn't have to do much, the main aim was to meditate on hopelessness and all my dreams would be burn to ashes by the fire of cowardice   Self-shyness was the incense that was burnt, the belief was in full...

As being a total prey to predatory of petrification, my heart was always bouncing in the hallway of horror   as a kid, been groomed into fear, nurtured by the bleak scenes of horror stories, and injected by the scare syrum of X-files, my...