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The world twists and turns,people crashing planes into trade towers as lives begin to burn.As the world goes from rage to hate , a tear slowly drops from my eye as my heart starts to break.I long to fight and pray to the mother i survive ,knowing deep down inside that I'll kill these demons that has infested my mind.If you open my book ,inside you shall find,the minds of past thoughts buried deep down inside.Drown and sink into the pool of life,I sit and watch my soul rip by the golden knife.I fall down and begin to pray.... ohhh mother give me ings so i may fly away.

This point of my rage ,i feel like a sage .So open this book and flip it to another page.I feel like I am looking though the eyes of a madman.I fall again though the pain of my soul expanding.My pain soars like a bird,these or not words but only verbs.It floats upon his wings so the world may see what he brings.Now i have become so corrupt.I will not allow my mind to erupt.



Cyrus.. Copywrited 2006

If there are five sense ,Then I a lookin for a sixth,forever fleeing the changeable muse who wears horns about her neck,and fingers all my senses as i sleep.Behind closed eyes ,a voice hisses out of the darkness.As i swirl about ,the room explodes into fireworks even a wizard would be proud of.Then suddenly i drop into a coldness-as it where,into an abyss of shadow,smelling of ashes and sulfer,unable to deliver the benediction.Wrapped in black, I pass beyond ,falling slowly though shafts of dust,revolving without motion into a dark storm which fills that space in which all things form.Knowing this space truly exists only makes living harder,as no initiate is allowed to know its name.How many will herald the new age of water bearers?We all shall inherit the mystic ice.It will replace our very blood as it melts into streams ..into rivers and ever changingoceans,flowing though crystal veins.We will all walk on water wishing we could not.But this won't be the mirale.The miracle will be one of true proportions,not mere maximamsor minimums.. nor bare essebtials.Everything will mean nothing once again.All new-born men of water must relearn the ancient law; The law of individuality.What is there ,after all,but our own livs?Except,pehap, the collective primal screams which terrifies our inner ears,Traveling light years to orbit an undiscovered star still pulsing with the promise that the next destruction will not by water but by fire.So all stand forth and ring the bell of death.For i have come and when i leave there will be nothing left



Cyrus :copywrited 2006