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Still Darkness...What makes the heart devoid of emotions? Hurt? Pain? Sorrow? Loneliness? Does it has to do with the darkness of one's soul? Or the path one choose?Still Darkness...
What makes one experience sadness? Death? Betrayal? Separation? Depression? Does it has to do with a suffering heart? Or the devoid world of light?
What makes you and I walk this lonely sojourn path? Challenge? Solitude? Pilgrimage? What? Does it has to do with the fact you are hurt? Or the still darkness devouring you?
What?


A Claim to RevoltHear ye! Hear ye! Listen to the Era of Men!A Claim to Revolt
A treasure of unlimited pleasures Seek the weak will of men Deliverance from sin Unspeakable of now Ravish the minds of the suffocating victims
Crave for the hunger for power The blinding facade of victory Envelops the image of men In a clash of sorrow and joy The complexity of human slips in the edge
Cut the hands of Cerbery The drowning victims of oppression Mobilize different ideologies Stretch forth! Cry out! Victory! The voices calling wild
Let justice and peace rule the b


Sorrow At My Door -reprise-After a long slumber Once again he appeared at my door Knocking and banging furiously Wanting, demanding to be let inSorrow At My Door -reprise-
I bolted my door with Love Hope clung to me giving me strength But I knew it won't last long For he is strong, strong as a bull
"Let me in!" He cried almost knocking me down. "Please no!" I cried back in near-tears and almost weak will. He laughed, so vile and evil! I cried and whimpered, scared still
I glanced at my problems and issues Blamed them for coming back to me Now he is back Petrifying, terrifying once more


PassivityMonotonous rhythm I hear everyday A colorless surrounding is all I see A tasteless life style A stoic vision of the futurePassivity
Heavy sighs escape my breath Disheartening ideas filled my brain I take it all without the hurt Immunity to pain, that is just great!
I swirl around this busy world Got nauseated with the fast-paced life-styles I scurried, hurried among others Leaving behind vibrancy away
I am now a rock. A stoned individual Stoicism have swallowed my whole being Stress is my new best friend From a girl full of life... I am now d
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Self Denounce - Self DestructPerfection, There's only so far we can stretch out impossibility.Self Denounce - Self Destruct
A niche we carve for our own, in this ocean of many. Aesthetic an unnecessary burden, carried with shame.
The skin, refuses to mold with our reflective mind's vision.
Just to be realigned with the inner body's utmost certainty.
Envy, To covet the path of another with such a wanton desire. Through which jealousy constricts the spirit of an individual.
Angst that is brought from the failure of a self manifestation.
The other side is more lush with green from lack of self-content. That shade of green ho
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'I'm ombibulous. I drink every known alcoholic drink, and enjoy them all' - H. L. Mencken (18801956), American journalist
'As long as humans roam its surface, the Earth will never truly be at peace'
'Awl my spellling misteaks arr typoes, honist'
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