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All this world is good for,
Is a joke to the dead,
They laugh at our pain,
Their roars travel through our world,
And heard as thunder and gun shots,
That is why, when I die,
I will laugh,
And I will roar over all other laughter.
I fucking hate this world,
It can kiss my ass,
I would drill it in the face,
But I can not,
So my soul wanders the Earth,
Drifting from place-to-place,
A tattered body for a vessel,
As I wait death.
Never let your feelings go,
Because you aways get hurt,
Showing affection,
Love is a cruel mistress.
So are happiness, friends, and hate,
All emotions are useless,
And yet uncontrollable,
Until the day you die.
And as time goes by,
The dead still laugh.
My so Called Life and Dream
As I walk down this road,
Of pain and suffering we call life,
I think back to all the good times I had,
And temperary joy returns.
But it is a fake joy,
And get hard to maintain,
As more, and more pain is inflicted,
All throughout the day.
I usually keep my feelings inside,
And hide away in my room,
With my thought collecting,
And the weighing down of my heart,
Then I think of my dream,
Unlike most who have dreams,
That they can acheive it they work,
Hard, and really try.
My dream makes me happy,
And then makes me cry,
For no amount of hard work,
Can accomplish my dream,
Through I do not faulter.
I believe in my dream,
Because nothing in this world,
Is impossible,
Only time can tell.
I have reachable goals,
In life, I shall not fail,
Succeed, marry, have a family,
And if I lose the fight against the world,
The world won't walk away unskaded.
But my dream,
To gain the impossible.
Flight without machine.
Either float away or grow wings,
And feel ture joy.
What is more pleasant,
Than fling throung the air?
No engine sound,
The wind in your face,
And the knowledge of knowing,
Knowing you are the only one,
Who desides when to return.
Fling through the clouds,
Going where you want to go,
The world would be my playground.
But a dream is an escape,
From a reality we can not change,
So we dream,
To get our joy,
And live from day to day,
As we walk,
Down the path,
To paradise eternal.
Paradise, a stranger word,
With ideal circumstances.
To one it's peaceful,
To other it could be ruling the world,
Me, I just expained my paradise,
Execpt for one little detail,
A world of adventure.
A world where anything can happen,
Where friends are made,
Dangers lie in wait,
For a hero to challange it.
But then we come back,
To reality, boring, and disgusting,
But I want no east way out,
For life does not control me.
The future changes,
Every second,
Even as I write these words,
Cause if I didn't,
You would never know my thoughts.
Now I have said all I need,
And I thank you for reading,
The Atlantis of my thoughts,
And my feelings, that are now lost,
Forever.
