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Street Guy

The street was ruled by unbearable heat, no dog or people could be seen walking on melting malaise made of asphalt.It was a strange,...

Killers And Flames, Wounded Nights, And Old Tales

Distorted frames creating war hurricanes Suicidal dish, perpetual wish Killer alone, sniping at crushed bone Nobody answers the red phone Is all finally set and done? Death pretending to be Seth Blood dripping from the white bed Have we met? This is not a threat friendly fire everyday attire Bullets of pain hitting your bloody vein heads slain, crimson-minded affairs that can not be named The secret war for this domain Blood spilled, killers wet dreams so it seems Kill or to be killed Are you not thrilled? Fools death or eternal life Everything needs some kind of price answer now or lay low accept the death and go Cowards advise, deadly price violent admission, volatile ignition On the battlefield, no one needs a signed permission Born on the wrong side of the heaven cipher is his name under number seven Battle rages, falling mages, flying sages falling red sky Will she even try? Now is the time, to make a difference enter the ring and make an appearance Bullets in the sky, too many will die hopeless cry, close the shattered eye Thor and Thunder make you wonder. All this slander, flesh, and soldiers’ meat fallen on the devastating, streets Who is killing who? Is this the last war, the last scar On her face, cruel mace Saucers fly, heil! The last part of the puzzle must stand by Old debt paid in blood Another biblical flood? Word in heaven under number seven furnace below turned to eleven Thirteen would be just a sin Riots, pools of blood naked laser dots, food for thoughts Nothing is ever lost no matter the cost Hells has too many stories to tell time to break the timeless spell The mood on the field has earned the yield Naked Bones prancing around heavenly horses Soul and body violently divorced, the hand has been forced The battle is on, the target is written on the gun Everyone is searching for desolated Fun In this cursed, wounded town, It used to be white now is just dull and brown Death is very loud, it moves around it this sleepless town Naked views, killer lips Another body dips, a slash of the whip Death riding on this day, having a trip Will this ever stop?, Do we need another “atomic bomb” Humans and angels battling side by side diversity cries with no divide houses on fire, devils fueled, and for hire quagmire, tornado of souls unfolds Preachers of the gun, praying to the sun game of life and death is no more fun son of the Man, do what you can Fight under the sign of the light endure this bloody night Someday all will be alright but there must be somebody willing to fight The dice of life has fallen on you, gather your crew Ride in the sunset, this is something you must do If not you who else, knows how to dance? Horses are getting tired, you are still wired Another plane lights […]
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September Sun

September Sun, The Number One?September Sun, sets the magickal tonneSeptember Sun, the number one?Love and hate have finally gone…in the air noisy and confused...

Man Lost, Man Down, Man Resurrected

Have you ever run into arms of the misfortune, just to be a man again? Have you ever jumped into a sea of other men just to protect your brother? Have you ever run into certain death, no matter what happens? Have you ever been so alive? Death riding the shotgun, angels falling around you, screaming in agony… Your blood mixed with the blood of other men before your eyes, total chaos rains, spears filled with names of those that will be struct at any moment agony, ecstasy, a morbid picture that no man should see but yet you will never be so alive I never pray, but on this momentous day I don’t pray for myself I pray for my brothers, I pray for every man if this is the last day on this cursed Earth when death comes knocking let it be a swift, good death Death that will last thousand years, that will last a thousand stories A death that will mean something even to you, future brother, sister Even after thousands of years have passed and we, great warriors, who gave everything that they have, on this momentous day we will be just a memory memory washed in haze of long battle when men decided to be men again On the day when Sun and Moon came together when even Earth wept remember us, remember what we have done, remember our sacrifice remember us when you find yourself on the battlefield When under the roaring sky, legs turn to lead, and bravery has forsaken you Remember US! When the sky turns black when the air will fill itself with the heaviness that is almost unbearable, remember us and set yourself free Because in that holy moment, you will be finally free You will be finally MAN Hunted, cursed, loved, hated But finally MAN At that moment you will see what has been taken away from you What you have lost But lost can be found, bravery can be regained, and fear… Fear, fear in that moment, doesn’t mean a thing anymore Fear can go and f himself Because you are men, not cowards and destiny calls I pitty a War party that trembles in fear For those that are shackled by the arms of fear, there will be just one destiny, a destiny that awaits lesser men It is nothing for you, you are not that man. You are a holy warrior, charging into unknown chasing your manhood, to live again Death or life doesn’t mean a thing Only what matters, to be a man again. To love with a full heart, to breathe a full life with lungs that experienced a loving embrace of freedom , embrace that only truly free man knows. We were warriors once, now the time has come again Can you feel it? I curse the cowards of this world I curse our enemies But I will be generous I will send you a smile, my enemy so when we meet […]
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“To Be, Or Not To Be”

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