Let’s make History,
You and I.
Right here, right now,
Tonight
In this air, these stars,
This Night is ours!
Release these Wolves
and sound the alarms
This Night
is ours.
Take off that Mask to reveal
that beneath it all
Right now is Real.
Fire the guns and
Sunder the Seas!
Be everything you can be
Explode into a Supernova
of Ecstasy,
Colours and Sounds.
Breathe in Eternity
This Night is ours!
No turning back
A headstrong Attack
Challenging Everything you know
After all,
What have I got to show?
Turn to Face
Oblivion,
that’s all it takes.
One last Chance,
the dramatic climax,
The deep breathe before the plunge
This is it boys,
One last Lunge.
The institutions of law
Will fall at our feet!
And grovel in submissive defeat
Let’s make history,
you and I
This Night
So we may never die.
This is one for the Books!
They’ll write it down,
And all that it took
was to Burn this Town!
A night to remember
One last time,
So gather your courage
and all you have left,
And pack every fist full
of your last dying breathe
Because Tonight
We own the World
and tonight we will change it
and Life
is the edge of a knife
which the Universe rests on;
and Life
Is what ties us down,
a tether.
But we’ve found
A new way to live
Forever.
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They come
rushing forward
rolling off your tongue,
spitting through your lips.
as they fly
through the air,
you never realize
what damage they
will do.
They hit me
with a force
unimaginable
unfathomable
unreal.
like a spear stabbing
straight through my heart
i feel as if i
am dying.
physical abuse can
heal with time
but words
will nestle within
and haunt you forever.
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The man killed his only love
the only thing more beautiful than a blossoming foxglove
with one swift move he sent her away
and began a period of slow decay
and that was the end of his ladylove
who flew away gracefully like a dove
You don’t know what you got
until it’s gone
now with nothing left over which to fawn
it was hard for him to carry on
a love once lost
is hard to again find
you must hold tight
to what you deem devine
for in an instant it may be lost forever
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