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The Song of My ChoiceI had the time of my life!
Now it is over
My song is over.
The sorrow song that play's is not for me,
Is not the right song
Mine will be a song of happiness.
So tell who so ever is playing the music
Change it to the song of my choice,
For these are my last moments not yours
So let me rest to the song of my choice.
Conversation with the ReaperBill - Hey
Reaper - Hey
Reaper - Are you ready?
Bill - Yeah I guess
Reaper - Let us go then
Bill - Wait I just need one more look at my self
Reaper - Ok
Bill - I wonder if I only did things different where I would be now
Reaper - Do not waste your time on thoughts like that, there was nothing you could
Reaper - No matter what path you had chosen the outcome would be the same
Bill- Yeah I guess you would know
Bill - So can I ask you a question?
Reaper - Sure, but if you are wondering if you are going to hell or heaven
Reaper - All I can say is that you are going in the middle
Reaper - Where you will be judge on your actions
Bill - The middle? What do you mean by the middle and who will judge me?
Reaper - Time to go
Bill- What! WAIT I'm still not ready
"And then bill was gone from this world, taken to the middle. Only those taken ther
Truth!?Something interesting was once said
A man is only as strong as his words
Only as brave as his heart
Only as weak as his thoughts
The Mighty Wild SugarcaneAs the sparrow lands on the wild sugarcane, it bends from the weight of the bird but it does not break.
You Will All Hear MeI have spoken my voice is out there
The world will be my audience
The wind will be my microphone
You all will hear my voice and view my dreams
The KeeperThe stars bloom, while a sun dies
The moon shadow impales us
A scythe was used, their heads are now gone
Taken by the keeper, the one who takes the souls of dying suns
The dark matter weeps for the loss of another sun
From there grief dark energy was born
The universe was never the same, expanding at an accelerated rate
As small as we are we don’t feel the change
Ignorance’s that is to blame
The moon angers and withdraws further from us every year
In its rages it reaches the sun, a supernova appears
And as for us we disappears
Our souls taken by the keeper
The keeper of the forgotten ones
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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