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Monday, 6 June 2011
11:04:33 PM (GMT)
Regaining consciousness under a swinging moon, he speaks of alliances that beckoned
me long before the womb.
I've caused more wounds than I'm worth. I see now, you must not have heard...
I am the natural born killer.
There is freedom past your history.
"This air won't fill my lungs!"
Because you should be breathing blood.
See, this death, it was your victory so...
"Teach me to fill my lungs!" ...never stop breathing blood.
I had it all so very wrong, but I fought... I fought with only song.
God, I've tried... I'm trying like a beast all alone, but my words... my words have
aired in poison.
Please teach me how to breathe because this air keeps failing my need.
Fill my lungs with what won't bleed from my enemies.
He said, "If death is victory how afraid of life can you be?"
I'm born a war machine not knowing which beckon to heed.
Will I rise as a tool for glory or be lost in dormancies?
I've regained consciousness under this swinging moon.
You filled my lungs and each breath heals this killer's wounds.
There is freedom past your history.
"But this air won't fill my lungs!"
Because you should be breathing blood.
See, this death, it was your victory so...
"Teach me to fill my lungs!" ...never stop breathing blood.
I hear him speaking to me. For the first time he cleared my head... that's when he
said,
"Only cowards keep dormant their sleeping strength, and soon you'll find, only the
fearless will reach their potential's peak."
(What will wing these words if even the air is poisoned?
If the air is poisoned, what will wing these words?)
"Tell me, if death is victory how afraid of life can we be?
If death is victory how afraid of life can we be?"

We watched them fall. Eyes locked to mine,
Feeling as if I had let them down.
Caught blinded by silk, led by lips
To the baited chains.
Now look around regret.
As the axe swings before your eyes,
Think how everyday we spent dreaming.
Never once did we pick up the sword and learn to fight.
Now is the time. Pick yourself up and fight.
Learn to swing. Learn to swing.
They watched me fall for the last time.
But how is such an elegant blade to be stopped?
When in times where eyes set sites
To cross-hair the weak, my bride,
I'll try, oh so hard, to find that Light.
but in his mind she baits me to fire.
What a cunning foe we've met!
Our horizons pushed pages away to a new fight,
A new method, new plan. But how do I train?
How do you ready a child for war?
Oh what a cunning foe we've met!
The Captain, what will He send?
I know He will send, but what will be sent?
I can feel a slip. A buzzard scrapes nearby...
As I, atop this hill, stand and scream,
It's all I can do to control my gaze
From the curiosity of seeing myself as prey.
And then I heard an armored march.
I heard an armored march that shook the trees.
Bows bent as they sang, "We are the archers!"

Do you mean to challenge me?
Because your speech is threatening to the writer of your history, through a future
perverted by envy.
Your whisper may sway the weak, but when I speak it roars the sea.
Your challenge has been met, because with a breath I could snap your neck.
This won't be like the first time you tried, because my patience and mercy for you
has run dry.
You've watered among my bride and started seeds to feed your throning flight.
I will sing to the world your storm is capturing and the angels will join me...
We will sing to a world reborn from suffering.
But mark my words, because if that tree keeps them from seeing me
I will burn off your limbs and you will never shade again.
You will bow at my feet or I'll rip out your knees and make of your face all the
carnage you crave.
I am the Finisher and I am Forever.
I will sing to the world your storm is capturing and the angels will join me...
We will sing to a world reborn from suffering.
From the armories the angels sing. You will see them end this suffering.
From the armories the angels sing. You will fear them when they lift their wings.
They will sing to a world reborn.
They will sing as I cut off your horns.
I'll cut off your horns


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