"The poet sits and twists the meter 'round
And in the glare you'd swear his smile was a frown
And Hermes there, he stares as the pages grow
And all are left to fend for their own..."Politicide
"Crooked politicians promise things
And never see them through
Bleed this country bankrupt
All the while they're bleeding me and you..."Dying For Life
"The soul lives on beyond this life will you ascend into the light
Or be consumed by nothingness
Or cast into the black
For as above is so below and only one will take your soul..."|
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