Maybe Maybe, we're all a little broken,
Maybe, we are all struggling, Searching for a token, Just barely straggling. Maybe, we all have a demon, Which lay deep inside, Keeping us from being freemen, Forcing us to hide. Maybe, we're all a little hurt, For such is life, Maybe, we can't make it out unhurt, Because life means strife. Maybe, we've all loved, And lost another, One we called beloved, Who was our other. Maybe, we're all searching, For some forgiveness, To forgive and start forgetting, Despite our carnal impulsiveness. Maybe, when we're made down low, And sunk beneath the ground, We can choose to forgo, The chains that held us bound. Maybe, you should just forgive yourself, For all your own wrongdoings, Because before one finds oneself, They must understand their own doings.
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The Two Kinds Of Brother There are two kinds of brother,
Those bound by blood And those bound by other Born from the same lifeblood The one is bound at birth The other is bound with mirth One's bond is forged in childhood The other from the fire of heartwood But both come from a kind of knighthood Found as we grow into adulthood One you meet when they are brought home The other you may meet when you roam But both are written in an ancient tome That comes from long-dead Rome Brothers far, brothers near Please do lend an ear And have no fear For you are both my peer Brother by choice Brother by blood Hear my voice Come to me like a flood For both are valid Hear my ballad You are both my brother Unparalleled to any other Brother by fire Brother by birth Join me as we all grow higher And travel all throughout this earth There are two kinds of brother, Those bound by blood And those bound by other Born from the same lifeblood The one is bound at birth The other is bound with mirth But both deserve their spot at my hearth GreedGreed has a way of corrupting
It can be disrupting Greed drives some mad And others to do bad Greed weaves its way Deep into your heart Until one day You fall apart Some say money Can buy happiness I find that quite funny Because for many it leads to unhappiness People throw their relationships away Just to get more gold Your life has no replay So why waste time on gold before you're old Money is useless It does nothing but harm It condemned Judas Much to his alarm Love of money goes nowhere It only leads to dark paths Where you can hardly breathe air And are thrown onto rafts Greed has a way of corrupting It can be disrupting Greed drives some mad And others to do bad And many to be sad And none to be truly glad Encroaching DarknessThe Darkness encroaches
Evil approaches Moves like an ocean In a strange smooth motion Surrounded by blackness Making us all hapless Victims of The Darkness Leaving many a carcass Sitting alone in the gloom Trapped in this room Quickly becoming my tomb Reeking deaths sweet perfume The day goes to dusk Beware The Darkness's tusk That monster's fang How that scream rang In the twilight Take flight If you can live through the night Through all this fright The Darkness encroaches Evil approaches Moves like an ocean In a strange smooth motion SpidersSpiders,
Live insiders Kung Fu Fighters Ew, Arachnid Certainly, don't take them for granted Really not enchanted Spinner of webs Webs of lies Far too many legs Eats all the flies Crawling around so hairy Don't mistake them for a fairy They are your adversary Spiders, Live insiders Kung Fu Fighters The Struggle Is RealThe struggle is real
The world is on fire, And everyone is a liar The struggle is real There is temptation and sin around every corner I swear it is torture The struggle is real People are drawn in and dragged down As everyone has a nervous breakdown The struggle is real War, famine, and death abound And the wire around the worlds neck is tightly wound The struggle is real I have seen so much pain It has been seared into my brain The struggle is real The world is dying And everyone is crying The struggle is real The world is on fire, And everyone is a liar Hey GoogleHey Google
Who is the best old fellow? Who is sometimes mellow? Who likes to have some Jell-O. Hey Google Who is the man who raised my parent? I would think it would be apparent I do not think he is transparent Hey Google Answer me this, what is so good about grandpa? Is it how much he can get into quite a hoopla? Or is it how he has quite a handsome jaw? Hey Google No, it is not any of those things It is how he gives his grandchildren wings And gives them knowledge like cool mountain springs Hey Google This is why I love my grandfather He is my best forefather And he is unlike another |
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