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Dear Daddy-Long-Legs

When I suddenly spotted you floating round the light,
I froze to the spot, as you weren’t a welcome sight.
Around the lounge, you zipped and zoomed,
As I fled upstairs, in terror, to my bedroom.

As soon as daylight begins to slowly fade,
I start ‘Operation Lockdown’ to stop any raid.
I shut all of the doors and all of the windows,
And the curtains to, I make sure are closed.

Even though you’re so much smaller than me,
You’re not a visitor who I really like to see.
You seem to think that flying straight at me is fun,
And I bet it makes you really laugh to see me run.

At you, I can’t seem to help but briefly stand and stare,
As you float around seemingly effortlessly in mid air.
I do so really hate this time of the year,
When, to me, you bring this feeling of fear.

Even without seeing you, I hear the tell-tale click of your wings,
And you wouldn’t believe the terror which that tiny sound brings.
With your wire thin body, you seem to have acquired the knack,
Of obtaining entry, even when a window is open just a tiny crack.

I can’t throw you out, as the problem is, at night,
Many others of your kind are also in full flight.
Next morning, when I come back down the stairs,
More often than not, you’re seemingly not there.

I have to admit that I don’t know this for dead certain,
But my guess is that you’re hiding behind the lace curtain.
You’ve gone off to hide in peace for the day,
Till, once again, evening time comes our way.

Then, once the light is switched back on again,
You’ll leave your hiding place and be a right pain.
I know that your life span isn’t at all very long,
But terrorizing innocent people is very, very wrong.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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The Hawk Moth

Last night, when it was too hot to sleep,
In to my lit bedroom, a Hawk Moth did creep.
He flew round and round and round my light.
I switched off the light, so he was out of sight.
I was hoping that he might settle down,
But, the room, he continued flying around.
He was certainly a very active mini beast:
From darting around, he never ceased.
I heard him bumping into the lightshade,
And the rapid fluttering noise he made.
In the same room as him, I couldn't stay,
So, downstairs, to the sofa, I went to lay.
I slept very fitfully - on and off.
All this was caused by that very annoying moth.
At 5.30am, when it was broad daylight,
I went back upstairs and of him, there was no sight.
I had a really good look around the room,
Hoping that around me, he wouldn't zoom,
But, chances are, he's now sleeping tight,
Ready to come back out again tonight.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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A Thrush In A Rush

Our house, once had a visit from a baby thrush,
Who took a wrong turning, during a mad rush.
Our back door was open: the weather was hot;
Then suddenly, over the threshold, he did pop.

The next thing, of which, I was then aware,
Was the young thrush flying up our stairs.
On reaching the top, he turned left, and he zoomed,
Through an open door, in to one of our bedrooms.

In his blind panic, he flapped and flew about;
That he was full of fear, there was no doubt.
Exhausted, he settled down on the floor to rest,
And it was then, that I spotted his speckled chest.

The poor little thing – he really was very scared,
And he knew in his heart, he shouldn’t be there.
I offered words of comfort, but he didn’t understand;
All he knew was that he was in a strange looking land.

Back out on to the darkened landing, he soon took flight,
And headed back down the stairs, out towards the daylight.
Through the open door, a familiar land, he now could see:
A land where, once again, he could fly about, wild and free.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Night Crawler

Howling winds keep screaming round
And the rain comes pouring down
Doors are locked and bolted now
As the thing crawls into town

Straight out of hell
One of a kind
Stalking his victim
Don't look behind you

Nightcrawler
Beware the beast in black
Nightcrawler
You know he's coming back
Night Crawler

Sanctuary is being sought
Whispered prayers a last resort
Homing in its' cry distorts
Terror struck they know they're caught

Straight out of hell
One of a kind
Stalking his victim
Don't look behind you

Nightcrawler
Beware the beast in black
Nightcrawler
You know he's coming back
Night Crawler

As night is falling
The end is drawing near
They'll hear
Their last rites echo on the wind

Huddled in the cellar
Fear caught in their eyes
Daring not to move or breathe
As the creature cries
Fingernails start scratching
On the outside wall
Clawing at the windows
'Come to me' it calls
Atmosphere's electric
As it now descend the stairs

Hiding in the darkness
Is so futile from its glare
Death comes in an instant
As they hoped it would
Souls ascend to heaven
While it feasts on flesh and blood

Straight out of hell!
One of a kind.
Stalking its victim

song performed by by Judas Priest from Painkiller
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Housework

Wave goodbye from out of the window
Good-no trouble starting the car
Time for just one more cup of coffee
You know the housework won't wait
Where to start now? - time to get going
The housework keeps you feeling alive
Clear the plates and wash up the dishes
RRR! - Let's go - now the bedroom
Make the bed and fluff up the pillows
The housework makes you happy
Shake the rug and open the windows
The housework keeps you feeling alive
Close the drawers and tidy the closet
The housework keeps you going
Throw the dirty clothes in the hamper
RRR! - Let's go - looking better
RRR! - Let's go - get the vacuum
Round the carpets under the table
The housework makes you happy
Dust the shelves and polish the glass-ware
The housework keeps you feeling alive
Make some lunch and take out the garbage
The housework keeps you going
Pay the bills and get the dry-cleaning
RRR! - Let's go - time for shopping
Bread and milk and plenty of groceries
The housework makes you happy
Get some cash out of the dispenser
The housework keeps you feeling alive
Don't forget to stock up the freezer
The housework keeps you going
Get some wine for later this evening
Home by five! - how the kitchen
RRR! - Let's go - make the dinner
Get the roast into the oven
The housework makes you happy
Peel the veg and then set the table
The housework keeps you feeling alive
Freshen up and put on some music
The housework got your dancing
Light the candles - there goes the doorbell
RRR! - she's home - perfect timing!
Welcome back, dear - how did your day go?
The housework's nearly over
How about

song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Endless Dream

Hold your head up high you know youve
Come a long way, a long way
Tainted as a fugitive with nothing left to say
Temptation may come hope your vision doesnt stray
In the name of God you may be forced away
Moving forward to the only place you know
Side tracked by some indiscretion
Changing as you go
Temptation may come hope your
Conscience doesnt hide
The longest trip youll take is inside
Its the last time telling myself everything
Call me over then bring me back again
Its the last chance telling myself
That I believe
Your forever is mine and all I need
Now life tell me now in your arms
All I really need is you by my side
I sing this to you all the world and all it is
I bring this to you this gift of love
And the world turns and the world turns
Time tells all we know we look to it
Jesus on the radio
Pledge me what you got Ill give you
Eternal resting spot
How intense I pray depends on how much you pay
Its the last time getting it this life
First calling in a silent spring
Its the first time getting it this life
First calling in a silent spring
Fear strikes deeper than visionary
Screams and tears never justify this love
Talk talk listening
Like the first words ever to reach out
Talk talk
Like the first sounds in a silent spring
Talk talk listening
Like the first words ever to reach out to you
Talk talk
Like the first sound you start to sing
So take your time
Look round and see
The most in time is where youre meant to be
For they talk too loud
And take the hope and peace from your heart
We call this surrender
Slowly towards the north
And this endless dream giving ourselves everything
Were deserving were gonna bring it back again
Its the last time telling myself everything
Its the last time bring me back bring me back again
When the world brings you down
You can search you inside
For the love you will find (bring me back home)
When the world brings you down
You can search you inside
When the world brings you down
Ive waited so long
When the world brings you down
You gotta play this living game
When the world brings you down
So take your time
Look round and see
The most in time is where youre meant to be
For you are light
Inside your dreams
For you will find that its soomething
That touches me

song performed by by Yes
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Endless Dream

song performed by by Yes
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Running From Yourself

As people say you can run but you damn sure can’t hide, if you are running from yourself....

Your problems and who you are STOP where you stand you have nowhere to go.

There is no rock to hide under, no hills to climb into; the answer should be very clear once you stop and search within.

Running from yourself only brings you pain as it clouds the mind and shakes up the brain.

Who are you?
Where shell you go?

Click your heels together for there is no place like home.

We are in a time frame where we no longer face what is wrong or fix the problem, no we will walk away so fast as our feet will allow as if it has never existed.

Running from yourself should make you tried for the end of your road is near. Soon you will have too look in the mirror, look at the person who is looking back at you and facing your fears that you have been running from for so many years.

We as people assume that it’s hard then what it really is. The question you should start with is.

do you love yourself? Why are you running?

Running from yourself only causes more problems then what it is worth, you start with placing the blame on other people then yourself, your had a hard life, your childhood was bad, your lost dreams, your children..

Your lover even the man in the moon STOP! ! Please just STOP and let it go for the bible tells us if you search you shell find; search your heart for peace of mind

poem by Kimbaline Navas
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Breaking The Silence

They told me to run, but just how far?
Can I go wearing the black mask of fear?
The hate in my eyes always gives me away
The tension building slowly
Now I lost everything I had in you
Nothing we shared means a thing
Without you close to me
I cant live without you
Breaking the silence of the night
Cant you hear me screaming?
I look for your face in the neon light
You never answer me
Theres no direction to my stare
No more flame burning in my heart anymore
Quiet, I keep it to myself
Until the sun sets slowly
I hear your voice in the evening rain calling
Nothing will keep us apart
No more lies and fear
Theres no end to our story
Breaking the silence of the night
Cant you hear me screaming?
I look for your face in the neon light
You never answer
I could make all the wrong seem right
If you were by my side
Id gather all the tears you cried
And hide them deep underground
Cant look back, its just a waste of time
Cant erase this hate from my eyes
Breaking the silence of the night
Through the streets Im screaming
Looking for you in the neon light
Why dont you answer me?
Breaking the silence with my cries
Cant you hear me screaming?
We could make all this wrong seem right
But you never answer me

song performed by by Queensryche
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All Souls

A THIN moon faints in the sky o'erhead,
And dumb in the churchyard lie the dead.
Walk we not, Sweet, by garden ways,
Where the late rose hangs and the phlox delays,
But forth of the gate and down the road,
Past the church and the yews, to their dim abode.
For it's turn of the year and All Souls' night,
When the dead can hear and the dead have sight.

Fear not that sound like wind in the trees:
It is only their call that comes on the breeze;
Fear not the shudder that seems to pass:
It is only the tread of their feet on the grass;
Fear not the drip of the bough as you stoop:
It is only the touch of their hands that grope -
For the year's on the turn, and it's All Souls' night,
When the dead can yearn and the dead can smite.

III

And where should a man bring his sweet to woo
But here, where such hundreds were lovers too?
Where lie the dead lips that thirst to kiss,
The empty hands that their fellows miss,
Where the maid and her lover, from sere to green,
Sleep bed by bed, with the worm between?
For it's turn of the year and All Souls' night,
When the dead can hear and the dead have sight.

And now that they rise and walk in the cold,
Let us warm their blood and give youth to the old.
Let them see us and hear us, and say: 'Ah, thus
In the prime of the year it went with us!'
Till their lips drawn close, and so long unkist,
Forget they are mist that mingles with mist!
For the year's on the turn, and it's All Souls' night,
When the dead can burn and the dead can smite.

Till they say, as they hear us - poor dead, poor dead! -
'Just an hour of this, and our age-long bed -
Just a thrill of the old remembered pains
To kindle a flame in our frozen veins,
Just a touch, and a sight, and a floating apart,
As the chill of dawn strikes each phantom heart -
For it's turn of the year and All Souls' night,
When the dead can hear, and the dead have sight.'

And where should the living feel alive
But here in this wan white humming hive,
As the moon wastes down, and the dawn turns cold,
And one by one they creep back to the fold?
And where should a man hold his mate and say:
'One more, one more, ere we go their way'?
For the year's on the turn, and it's All Souls' night,
When the living can learn by the churchyard light.

VII

And how should we break faith who have seen
Those dead lips plight with the mist between,
And how forget, who have seen how soon
They lie thus chambered and cold to the moon?
How scorn, how hate, how strive, we too,
Who must do so soon as those others do?
For it's All Souls' night, and break of the day,
And behold, with the light the dead are away. . . .

poem by Edith Wharton
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Gerald's Promise (A True Experience)

A long time ago in the year of 1991
My love took sick, I knew not what of
Four dream's of future showed me he'd leave,
And drop behind Death's veil and I, be left alone
So we made a pact, he promised to come back
13 is my unlucky number, I feared it more and more
And on August 13th--Death knocked on our door
You must realize I was devastated
To know before what was to be, and be unable to change it
Then came a night, it stands in my memory
Heavy quilted curtains we made hung at the windows,
Alone in bed I leapt to see, two shining stars,
Bright as Venus in evening's sky looking over me-inside!
As suddenly they had appeared, they brightened and were gone
I straight away grabbed a light and ran down the stairs
I sat right down and spoke aloud, 'Gerald, I know you're here'
You scoff and ask how am I sure it was he, Dear Reader
I'll tell you how I know, this was January 3, 1992
It was on the date of the Anniversary of our meeting,
Six year's prior, right down to the Hour!

poem by Susan Renee Layne
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The Morning Lights Outside The Kitchen Door...

must it be habit
that makes you turn off the light
outside the kitchen
at the break of day
when the birds start to
sing their songs

you save on electricity
in the same manner that you budget
your time and
money

i've tried it once
not putting off the lights from morning
till night

some early birds that pick the early worms
passing by the house
with closed doors and windows
with lights not switched off
think that i am
dead

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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As Long As

As long as the sun shines bright above, Nothing, yet no one will be able to hide the light,
As the darkest stormy night does,
As long as I can laugh no one will be able to make my eyes cry,
As long as I have the sight to look to the light,
No one can ban my eyes enjoying the beauty of the light,
As long as I believe in greatness of my God,
I'll always get a white wings to fly high,
Nothing yet no one can take away my pride,
As long as I can talk and have the strength and the courage to say not, and don't and stop,
The hands of cruelty can not make me stop praying,
As long as I have the mercy of the God in my heart,
Never will come the time yet no one ever can convince me to look down on someone,
Rich he is or a beggar, an old one or a young,
The black or the white one,
There's no differences among us
Just the beauty of the souls, and purity of desires
Should be the reasons to bring us together
We all are one,
We are the creation of the God.

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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You Like Me Too Much

Though you've gone away this morning,
You'll be back again tonight,
Telling me there'll be no next time
If i don't just don't treat you right,
You'll never leave me and you know it's true,
'cause you like me too much and i like you.
You've tried before to leave me,
But you haven't got the nerve
To walk out and make me lonely
Which is all that i deserve,
You'll never leave me and you know it's true,
'cause you like me too much and i like you.
I really do, and it's nice when you believe me,
If you leave me
I will follow i will follow you
And bring you back where you belong
'cause i could't really stand it,
I admit that i was wrong,
I wouldn't let you leave me 'cause it's true,
'cause you like me too much and i like you.
If you leave me
I will follow i will follow you
And bring you back where you belong
'cause i could't really stand it,
I admit that i was wrong,
I wouldn't let you leave me 'cause it's true,
'cause you like me too much and i like you,
'cause you like me too much and i like you.

song performed by by Beatles
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0200 Dementia

Now what did I come upstairs for?

Of course I haven’t forgotten your name,
young lady, it’s just that I can’t remember it

Why am I going upstairs?
I only just got up

No dear, you’re wrong,
I always pay on account

Where’s my bed?
Isn’t this upstairs?

Take the paper back
to the newsagent, someone’s
already done the crossword

Of course I’m undressed,
I just came upstairs

Of course you can sign my name dear,
they know me at the post office

Why is it so dark downstairs,
I’ve only just got up

Why should I give you money for the gas,
Young man? I don’t even know you

I’m sure there are more stairs
than there used to be

Stop being so insulting, young man,
it’s only money

No of course I don’t need help with the stairs,
I know my own house

No dear, you sign for it, I’m sure
your boss will understand

Somebody changed the stairs
when I was out, they
aren’t the same

Why are people so rude about
money these days?

Ask my father to speak
to that young man

The stairs are steeper than they were,
somebody’s changed them

Who are you, I didn’t
ask you to come in…

Of course it’s my house,
it’s just that you changed the stairs

Tell the bank manager to
come and see me in the morning.

Why does that man upstairs
move the stairs at night?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Broken Wings (Lyrics)

No body known’s who I truly am,
I’ve never felt this way before,
Why do things turn out wrong?
With the way of this open door,

My broken wings were in my back,
Till I let them extract,
I’m flying through the air,
With my hair everywhere,

Why do people have to know?
What do they have to say?
Why can’t they leave me alone?
From now till the end,

My broken wings were in my back,
Till I let them extract,
I’m flying through the air,
With my hair everywhere,

Why do I live like this?
It’s like the world don’t exist,
I and you were we at,
It’s like the day is a fact,

My broken wings were in my back,
Till I let them extract,
I’m flying through the air,
With my hair everywhere,

No body known’s who I truly am,
What do people have to say?
Why do they hide from me?
Are they scared of what they see?

My broken wings were in my back,
Till I let them extract,
I’m flying through the air,
With my hair everywhere,

poem by Lorissa Cowan
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Gone To Forget To Leave

There are those who may choose to die.
For whatever reason...
Eyes are wanting to feel,
A realness and not a friction to absorb.
When platters of gold filled deceit,
Offer nothing else to be fed....
With a side order of sincerity seen,
Or felt to mention.

'Gone to forget to leave'

And the feasting of this is encouraged.

Until dishonesty is all that one dreads.
With a wish to numb the head,
From the stirrings that occur from truths.
And although the eating of deceit weakens,
On a daily basis when that addiction eats...
A cry goes unheard.
A sickening overwhelms...
And,
A wish to be released from it increases.

'Gone to forget to leave'

An encouraged emotionally abandoned mind...
Feeds until the peace of eternal rest has come,
Of what is wished.
And with a consciousness,
Desperately wanting transistion now a mission...
But never accepted to come from one so...
Talented and gifted!

But hurting from a place...
No one took the time to touch to get to know,
And so much pain was inside hiding.

And what was known to God,
Has joined the stars awaiting.
Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.

And what was known to God,
Has joined...
With the others worthy.

Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.

And what was known,
To God...
Has joined,
Eternity!

Goodbye to pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
No more pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone is pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding,
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

poem by William Henry Davies
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Prayin For Daylight

(steve bogard/rick giles)
Ive got the lights turned up
The door is locked, the bedroom tvs on
Doing the only thing that gets me through the night
Since youve been gone
Prayin for daylight, waiting for that morning sun
So I can act like my whole life aint going wrong
Baby come back to me, I swear Ill make it right
Dont make me spend another lonely night
Prayin for daylight
(prayin for daylight)
I made a bad miscalculation
Betting you would never leave
cause if youre getting on with your new life.
Then where does that leave me
Prayin for daylight, waiting for that morning sun
So I can act like my whole life aint going wrong
Baby come back to me, I swear Ill make it right
Dont make me spend another lonely night
Prayin for daylight
(prayin for daylight)
Prayin for daylight
(prayin for daylight)
Prayin for daylight
Hoping that I didnt wait too long
(I didnt wait too long)
That this is just the dark before the dawn
Deep in my heart I know
That you love me as much as I love you
And that you must be lying somewhere
Looking up to heaven too
Prayin for daylight, waiting for that morning sun
So I can act like my whole life aint going wrong
Baby come back to me, I swear Ill make it right
Dont make me spend another lonely night
Prayin for daylight
(prayin for daylight)
Prayin for daylight, waiting for that morning sun
So I can act like my whole life aint going wrong
Baby come back to me, I swear Ill make it right
Dont make me spend another lonely night
Prayin for daylight
(prayin for daylight)
Prayin for daylight
I dont want to spend another lonely night
I dont want to spend another lonely night
(prayin for daylight)
Prayin for daylight
I dont want to spend another lonely night
Oooo, oooo, oooo, oooo, oooo
Prayin for daylight

song performed by by Rascal Flatts
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Amys In The Attic

Mr. piser, I think you should come up here
Amys in the attic and brain has gone ecstatic
Not another day of all the suffering and pain I was just a little boy ever so naive
Amy was my best friend, I never want to hurt her
I never wanna ever wanna think about her murder
On the playground, I chase her down the slide
I chase her cross the monkey bars and she would run and hide
Jinglin and tumbling, I pushed her off the sled
Amy coincidently hit her head
Dumbling inside my brain, down came the wade
Amy isnt answering, who would get the blame?
Amy isnt laughing, amy isnt crying
Amy isnt really breathing, God I think shes dying
Suddenly, the air is cold I must get her inside
Even though she died, amy has to hide
Nobody must ever know that I made amy sick
Lock her up forever in the attic
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
Im thinking if its really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my
Terror fears, no
Mr. piser, I think you should come up here
Amys in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
Every day I suffer but eleven years have passed
How long will this keep and the nightmares last
Sitting in my living room, another strange feeling
I think Im hearing tiny footsteps on the ceiling
Looking in my mirror, the image isnt clear
I feel as if a little girl is standing at my rear and
Then I awake at the blink of an eye
Voices from the attic yellin, why?
What if amy wasnt dead living in the box
Banging on the walls, rattling the locks
Feeding on the roaches, rodents, and filth
And when theres nothing left, she feeds off herself
Why do I think in amy of this way?
She was once a lovely girl running out to play
Maybe its all a dream insane fanatic
Maybe theres no amy in the attic after all
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
Im thinking if its really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my
Terror fears, no
Mr. piser, I think you should come up here
Amys in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
Im thinking if its really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my
Terror fears, no
Amy isnt dead...
Amys in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
Barrels to my nugget semi glock automatic
Should I pull the trigger, would this break the chains
That keeps amy locked in my brain
No, I must be starting to pray that I wont
I pray its just a figment, to see this carry on too long
Amy isnt dead, I never knew an amy
I was just a boy, how can you blame me?
Maybe thats okay, but shes tapping at the walls
I see a darling little girl is floating down the hall
Slowly coming toward me, her arms are spreading wide
Opens up her mouth to show the maggots inside
Crying, whining, rotting is the feeling
Tiny drips of blood crowning from the ceiling
Landing on my head, Im psycho-sick Ive finally had it
Amy, know Im coming to the attic!!!!
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
Im thinking if its really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, yes
Mr. piser, I think you should come up here
Amys in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die
Im thinking if its really true then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim to
Should I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, no

song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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One Person Cannot Bring Peace

One person cannot bring peace to our World but when millions of good people unite
And march for peace in every village, town and city the war inclined may see some light
Beyond the darkness that surrounds them and through the windows of their soul
The light of change may even penetrate we can change others by thought control.

Gandhi brought great change through non violence no greater power than people power
Divided good people are defeated and their flower of peace is a wilting flower
But united we can bring about change as peace never comes through the gun
The dead never hear the birds singing at the going down of the sun

Refugee camps all over the World are crowded with war refugees
Billions are spent on war weaponry and little on poverty and disease
In the news each day we hear of violence and too much of war and terror we hear
The war men with their war on terror have found new ways of spreading fear.

Amongst the fearful population who believe everything that they say
We lose our own sense of direction when respect to such people we pay
You show some people a flowering garden they only see weeds and decay
And any hope of peace will keep on fading as long as the negative have things their own way.

poem by Francis Duggan
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