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Cyberdevil
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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009


With all victory there may come great shame
If you predict to be the one king in the game
Because sooner or later at the cease and the fall
A band of noble farmers may before you build a wall

And no matter how you push your luck, or try to push them back
All these noble farmers will do is just keep striving to attack
They will not leave an opening, not even the slightest small crack
And even when there is no way, they will just stop and there they'll stay

If one of the farmers falter, another will pick up the pace
All of them building a pattern, peacefully reaping your grace
And when the dawn is nearing it's end they will without remorse
Reach the destination which they had when they took course

And bury you in a mound of sand
Never giving in to your highest demands
They will not take your throne, or the crown you posessed
Nor will they take great treasures or bury you undressed

They will remain who they were, and be known wide and far
As noble farmers spur, the break of a new day
And as you lie in the ground ajar and so tendery decay
They will reach the stars, and never seize to play

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009


I know not what I would do
If I could not be with you
If I could not spend a day
Listening to all you say

Indeed you speak much taboo
At times right out of the blue
At times with nothing to say
But I will not wonder away

Despite all the words you spit
Some of them worth lesser shit
I won't escape through the door
Because that is what you are for

Despite all your tantrums in time
Our life will not fall out of line
I am content with my crime
Nagging exclusively mine

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 7th, 2009


Once upon a time
There lived a wellknown gnome
In the vast lands of liquore
He roamed there on his own

With the moon high in sky
When the fireflies brightly shone
He stroved the ground aminously
Walked the world alone

By the time he was fiftyfive
He had walked the whole world around
He had walked the whole world sideways
He had walked the world up and down

He kept on walking everyday
Until one day came to an abrupt halt
For in his path lay a basket of laugh
And a bucket of slippery salt

He had walked this road four times before
He had walked all others in his pass
Never before had he seen such a laugh
He stared in aw at the casket in grasp

And from that day he stopped walking
Since he realized he would not see
More for every journey he took
But learn from the ones he let be

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 7th, 2009


For those who came
For those who saw
For those who stared
In open aw

I did not stray
Did not forsake
It was only destiny
I did make

Never enough
Of the turmoils gone through
Never catching up
To the turbines they use

To spin around the mocking ground
Just full of discs and jockeys now
But back few years it was empty as I
Shallowly seduced by just one guy

He's a legend in parts
And a legend at heart
He was a legend at end
And a legend at start

A hero doesn't come by
Every year, or week, or day
If a hero is to weak to speak
Then there hero will be okay

A hero doesn't gun down
Innocent folks they say
But this Hero was different
This hero was a cliff hanger

This hero was a hero
The people never portrayed
It was a hero the old world
Had made

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 7th, 2009


We are a species we just don't know
For reasons we do not share
Still we research while fullmoon glows
And reach up those unknown stairs

We see through the clouds that whisper
Even when the skies are clear
But if they sing we will never listen
We just screech out our despair

We reach up to faraway stars
Even though we have a large one near
We name them Emily, Leif, and Lars
Even though they are our names not theirs

We stand on the planet and wonder
While havock torches our claims
Because we know that Zeus doesn't shed thunder
We just gave him one other name

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 6th, 2009


For what I strive for
You cannot learn just from
The wisdom earned

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 6th, 2009


There are those
Who don't know me
There are those
Who say they do

On which side
Are those who owe me
On which side
Of foes are you?

There are those
Who then disowned me
There are those
Who could never choose

There are those
Who still live lonely
Aye sea them towns
Down by the blues

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 6th, 2009


When I was younger than I am
And than I will be now
I was who I am back then
And I can't break it down

Like these wrinkles won't wither
And the thoughts that stirr astray
Always a constant clutter
Always in such dissaray

When I was bigger than I am
And than I will ever be
I was someone else and yet
I was always me

Like these shades won't fade
They just won't let me be
I remember the times back then
When I was more than three

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 6th, 2009


If I tell you
Tomorrow it all ends
The world as we know it
And then it starts again

A new life will be born here
Will flourish in our torn years
Will grow and devour all despair
And become like we never knew

The people will be easy
They will live life in peace see
And stand on a cliff by the blue sea
Peacefuly singing to the ocean breeze

They will leave no verse for me
For they will know all that's to be told
And they will never die or grow old
Because they don't know our calling

And when the sun is falling
And you have heard my tale
Will you pray to higher religion
Or let your ego prevail

Will you be happy for the creatures
That take over our world with their hope
Or will you cry in agony
And hope it's all a joke

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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 6th, 2009


There was once a question
That a young boy once asked
Thi question that he asked
He could not take back

No matter how much he wanted to
The question was exact
He could not let it fail him
And it would not extract

People thought he was playing
All a theatrical act
What was this brave boy saying?
They asked the crowd in back

But there was no delaying
The wonder that arrose
And it soaked all in confusion
All of those who were close

They could find no solution
They could find no reprose
They did not know what to do then
So to banish him they chose

And he still didn't have an answer
To this question in his mind
Thus he lived his life in search for
The answer he could not find

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