

ShellLa la la See through the eyes of blind black and white There can't be one without the other, but too ignorant No heart-to-heart, yes all for themselves The fired cross is ablaze tonight As the goddess Artemis sings her melody All the innocents being hung cry Creating a fate full of revenge Can't wait to be broken on the wheel, can you? All who were taken from their freedom Owned by a hater, preoccupied with tomorrow No future awaits you now... Can you picture the hearts of the ones being sold? The snow clawing their naked feet As they walk their children to thShell


AustereThe tears wet the page as I murmur sorrowfully to myself In the old, cracked house, haunted by the spiritAustere
Of what used to be human Only a hollow, decomposed shell is left now
If everyone is equal... Then shouldn't every[one] burn together? Prick your finger on the spinning wheel And wander off to Horrorland... Where the purple roses bloom and then The soul is trapped Trapped but understanding, then it would make sense
I now feel nothing for no one, not even my own self
Under the stairs in chains, I listen to the little children play
So peaceful, so serene, unti
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beigos.
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"The basis for all freedom is the governance over one's own body and everything that is in it. The opposite is the condition of a slave." ~ Katti Anker M.
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Un libro es un espejo, sólo podemos encontrar en él lo que ya llevamos dentro.
"La sombra del viento", Carlos Ruiz Zafón
A book is a mirror, we can only find on it what we already have inside us.
"The shadow of the wind", by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
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... says the man on the moon
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My feet hit the ground as the horns did sound, my hand shot forward as the drums beat down. Their faces did light at this incredible sight!
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