Keep on listening,
To the chirps and pleads of the birds,
Melt the blade for forging,
Throw away to pains and aches of life,
Step away from the corpses littered on your porch,
Put out the flames that burn and scorch your mind,
Bleed out that worthless life of yours,
To let your guilt break and blind you,
Step on the devils tail,
Provoke them...
Laugh at them...
Let the curses pile on top of their screams,
Let them suffer...
You are the darkness that await for no one,
You are the reaper holding that blade I told you to drop,
That I told you to throw away and start a new,
That I told you there is more to love then killing....
You never listened,
The birds are quiet...
They await to unplug your blood and wax mixture that defens you.
Listen...
For me at least...
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Nano's "Nothing Jurnol"
Just random Psychobabble that could potentially become a spark in the mind of a genius that could cure cancer... But is wasted on ideas like,
When will zombies attack, and if they do, will thay eat my pets?
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