Dandarth1

I am your holiday, I am your Monday. I am peace and I dish out war pains. I am the cave in the corner of the world, I am the pulsar and its clattering swirls. I speak in all languages and bailo in all styles, I am your intoxicants and your inevitable bile. I grant you complexity and freedom of will, You proceed in stable steps or be satisfied by a temporary fill. Nothing is better or worse for thee, You may choose what you choose to see. All is one and you are me, Separation is the jail house, escape to be free.

Set aside a time reside, A savior from a blinding shine, Emitted by the mind that strays and strives, Always clinging on to a logical pride. Some like booze, some like crime, Some get high but eventually find, A world that's fleeting, while survival shouts needing, But our hearts are still beating, maybe some promise is unleashing. Do you take me as a hollowed out fool? Just tools to an idea of an eventual rule. Is it out of line to like what I love, And to love what I like, None of your pay-per-view futures give me a chance to a happy life. A preconceived notion, of a progressive devotion, An unstoppable motion? We all drink t

Two ways of thinking Choose one or life will be hell, The ideal most attractive, The dishonest one's difficult to tell. Most have found and stayed, Though many are lost and can't decide, When each contradicts the next, They continue to attempt to side. We all open the doors mindlessly, Letting the burning scent fill the car, And they continue to laugh at us. But then you came along, And changed me even for a second, And I see everything clear without question, Whether right or wrong, I briefly join the majority. Just when my side was the big lie, And I believed this was the end, You came to me and stopped me unknowingly, An