My Blood Turns BlackOf all the things that can be meritedI have a curse that i've inheritedAnd I wonder why I have this thorn in my backAnd I wonder why, why my blood turns blackMy inner soul wants to break free and take commandbut thanks to my contaminated blood, I'm cursed and damnedBlood stained black as night, laced with pride, laziness, lack of perserverance and strifeNow I'm doomed to have a highly meaningless life.I want to boldly march my waybut in finding my calling, there has been a delayTry as I might, but my blood holds me backand I wonder why, why my blood turns blackI want to overcome, I want to fightI push to change with all my mig
GleipnirFun homework assignments, enjoyable essays,chocolate without calories, an undisclosed individual's selflessness and maturity,test anticipation without fearall of these were forged together to make my own personal Gleipnir.Entities that now don't exist went into making this Gleipnira stronger than iron chain-like ribbon that binds me here.This Gleipnir binds me to a station in life that I find a major boreI am not consolodated by the factthat I have no Ragnarok to wait for.Except for silly poems and excuses, I have nothing worthwhile to produce,so while I may express responsibility,I'll never be let loose.Gleipnir binds me to
Walking Dead GirlI have not found my place in the worldTherefore I am a walking dead girlof noteworthy deeds, I have nothing to boastI feels as though I'm a ghost with a hostI'm a walking dead girlonto this pitiful little planet, why was I hurled?I'm a walking dead girl, with nothing to winI'm a walking dead girl in all but the hollow eyes and permanent demonic grin.I'm a walking dead girl, whose legacy won't lastI'm a walking dead girl, who's spinning her wheels, getting nowhere fast.I'm stuck in the middle of an inglorious fallacyI wander around just aimlesslyI'm a walking dead girl, and to this I am quite miffedI'm forced to sail around for
Inglorious FallacyMaybe it's just my insanityBut I'm persuaded that I'm a cosmic entityA being that desires kindness and fairness and justice and goodAnd other things to which Ma'at would approveBut for some reason, for all I'm worthI awoke in a prison that's known as Earth.I wake up and I finda place that is cruel and unjust and unkindI expect goodness and acceptance from this placeAll I get is malice, vice and a slap in the faceI'm chained to a wall where I watch videos of beauty thatin real life I will never seeDown the hall I can hear the less fortnuate screamWhy is it that there are people more priveleged than me?Or is it all j
Eidolons of PestilenceThough I seem to rant and rantI can see what others can'tI sacrifice with all my mightit seems to have given me a second sightWhere others see exuberanceI see eidolons of pestilenceSome may say that I'm the one who's unwise,I say I'm a Cassandra with hourglass eyes.I'm cognizant that Idon't do things perfectlylike long-dead corpses you all do appear to me.don't get me wrong, I wish you all welljust don't come crying to me when you've built yourselfyour own little hell.You're the ones I want to saveIt pains me to watch you all dig your own gravesif you slit your throats don't ask me if I have a bandagefor I'll b
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