A prediction.Call me naïve.A prediction.
Though I do not fear friction Or the exchange of thought.
I asked him but one question And his answer astounded me. I pryed.
“Nothing?” “What is there to learn? If you can say, teach”
It was all I could do not to kill.
Pirates?Set sail with me on our last journey, Through high tide and stormy sea, Across this treacherous Earth. Hurry now mate or we'll be too late, We must continue to risk our fate, To know what this treasure is worth.Pirates?
By the ocean we bide knowing we cannot hide From the glow that shines from deep inside. This box dictates our every move.
CricketsSo nice when a silent goodbye Yields a genuine friendly hello And they say parting is such sweet sorrow! But return is a sweeter refrain Sung by a choir of crickets, None of whom know pain.Crickets
They sing, each one its own part, Each one its own song. They simply can't know what pain is, 'Tis why they all sing along.
And you leave the concert later After meeting just one. You felt like that was enough, You met a singer! What fun!
But in that rendezvous, Did he tell you his ambitions? Or his problems. How no one on t
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The Maiden of SevenCaught in terrestrial war of fate, betrayal, love and deception, what does a story ages past have to tell us?
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"I hold that the more helpless a creature, the more entitled it is to protection by man from the cruelty of man."
-Mahatma Gandhi
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