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Oh up is down and down is up,

There is no darkness without light

Not a struggle without a fight

When you are but a newborn pup,

The world is spinning all around

Keeping your feet firm on the ground

Only, you yearn to touch the sun,

You yearn to live, to laugh, to run,

Only, you learn to look away

You learn to give, take half a way

Oh, up is down and down is up

How simple is this small mix-up

Like left is right and right is left,

How have you not ever noticed

That the reason so long practiced

Was truly this world’s greatest theft…

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I hate your bright, warm smile,

Oh I hate your loud laugh

And the way your voice sings

When I make stupid jokes,

I hate the way you gaze

At me from time to time,

I hate that you see through

Me even if you don’t,

I hate the way you play

Thoughtlessly with your hair,

I hate your joyous smile

And your grandiose dreams,

I hate your cute freckles

And the blue of your eyes,

I hate that you are close

And yet so far away,

I hate this strange feeling

I get, staring at you,

I hate the way you are,

I hate the way I am,

But most and above all

I hate that I do not…

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The Book of the Damned, chapter 8, verse 5.

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The poet stands over the desk filled with paper

He stares into the worlds that he has created.

Has he lost all control, were his efforts wasted?

If you gaze long enough what will become later?

Slowly, relentlessly, an unsure, steady hand

Carves out beautiful truths that slowly come to life

But my dear reader can you really understand

The power she holds over him, this jealous wife?

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Sometimes theres is no word to express what you feel,

No real medication to simply make you heal,

You have to bear it all, you have to make it through,

It does not matter how nor does it matter when,

Whether it might be now, whether it might be then,

Just remember when you look back on this : you grew.

I know that a picture can be worth a thousand

So if I were to tell you all the pain there is,

If I were just to try to paint the marvels and

The struggles of this world that has for long been His

I would describe a sky stretching over the sea,

And a desert of sand floating into the night

As trees of emerald stretch as far as one can see

And everything feels good, and everything feels right,

But then comes a tempest and the wind starts to howl,

The earth itself is shaking and the sky rumbling,

Everything seems over and the world is crumbling,

And you can’t stop feeling lost in this time so fowl;

Seconds stretch into minutes, days, years, centuries,

When out of the darkness come alive your worries

And you find no answer – away goes all reason…

But what is that, I see upon the horizon?

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