It was unmatched
It was unrivaled
The greatest knife ever
Forged for survival

Bourn by the one hunter
No man could defeat
No mammal could outlast
No animal could beat

He never rested fully
He was never sleep
He lay down with one eye open
And guarded his keep

He survived the wars
He survived it all
Now he hunts the spawn
Of all that is no more.

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Hadouken rose
Barrier of energy
My motivation

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As the patriot I am
I salute you, Uncle Sam
All the good you did for this nation
All the good you did for this land

As the optimist I am
I elect you, Dear Bush
All the promises you have given us
We wait for your progressive push

While the honest beads inside me
Bubble and fizzle with fear
The outcome of this spinal war
Is dreadfuly faulty and clear

I have lost track of date and time
Of day - of month - of year
Be you hanged by thy neck
George dear

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Touch
Tear
Press
Ride

Squeeze
Crush
Drain
Drive

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I once went to the opera
But the phantom wasn't there!
I waited through the whole show
Waited for him to appear

But the phantom never showed up
The scene was empty and clear
After the show had ended
And everyone had dissapeared

So I became a phantom
And I haunt the righteous place
I cling upon the chandeliers
And laugh in palelit faces

I've traveled around the world
I've seen so many places
Now I hide without time
Within shadowless spaces

To erase my memories.
The phantom - Is me

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I saw a boundry
But I made it past
I lived my life
Everyday a blast

I saw white lines
And lakeslike glass
Landslides harrased me
But I outlasted all

Never did I stumble
Stumble down and fall
I've stood out in the open
Not hidden behind walls

Never did I crumble
Rundown like waterfalls
If I made a blunder
I took time to fix it all

So I lived a biased life
Based on perky perfection
I've never heard an insult
Never seen an objection

Until one fine day
I was struck by mild infection
And died threehundred years ago
To await further ressurection.

Please, revive me.

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There is a room
Without a door
It has a number
Four Two Four

You can't get in
Not any more!
You can't get out
Once you explore

The hidden hallways
Of this mansion
The hidden doorways
You may find

But once you enter
The room without entrance
You will never
Make it out in time.

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- Vroom -
Says the Car
- Crash -
Answers I

There may not be
Any end
To our eternal
Flights

- Screech -
Says the Car
- Roll -
Answers I

There may not be
Any end
To our eternal
Lifes

So
We all makes mistakes

It's to late
To hit the brakes

We are flying
Beyond our boundries

We are doing
Whatever it takes

To

Crash

To

Frighten the masses
We are all rash and fearless

Scatter our ashes
Please

In the dry air
By the clearblue seas

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Boom
Pow
Bang
Katching

Smash
Badang
Woopie
Squash

Hallo
Vroom
Tchaikaii
Uawaaah

Siii
Hawha
Yaaiiii
Wootoo

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I wonder . . .
When the candle will be lit?
By my mother . . .
Or did she forget about it?

Should I light it . . .
Or maybe I should quit?
Lighting candles . . .
I must admit.

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