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standard of the Iris The white bud on an iris lay blooming Lonely in shallow fields of green and gold Innocent as Iris is, she’s dooming To protect her people she will be bold
The great sward of Capulet at her hip Tred on dangerous landscapes of blood One false move and that girl is bound to slip The
murderous fool has made her name mud He, she was bound to hate but fell in love It was never to be, he is his son Then ripped apart by the heavens above What’s
there is there, and what must be is done Forever shall they lay there, for all time They have paid for their faults, and his crimes
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My Heaven Their Hell
In a small world, where real magic happens Witches and wizards cast their evil spells The head of a ship, a jolly captain and where my heart and soul are bound to dwell
Star crossed lovers and a forbidden love They live their ends, with much torture and pain Their future written from the hands above These creatures we love, but having no say
Lazy kids on the computer at night Unknowingly melting their tiny brains Hateful, rude, dishonest, and full of spite Voices whispering in the night, their names
Somewhere in a small room collecting dust The imagination crumbles and rusts.
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Unknown Feelings
A whisper in the silence unnoticed |
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