

Promise of the CompassPromise of the compassPromise of the Compass
Theres a prison to the east And gallows to the west On the rope-slung bodies crows feast Of those who do not find rest Dancing on the northern breeze And the southern air Who make the living freeze
With ashes and despair
The north burns its witches on mighty pyres The south drowns them in the lakes Whose calm surfaces are liars Whereupon more dream than dawn breaks Only the dead have seen the end of war With plucked out eyes and hearing They look beyond the far And stare beyond the fearing.


LustAh there you are Never near, and yet not far Lust and desire My sanity’s funeral pyreLust
Fusion of despise and longing Cocktail for exquisite wronging
It’s tearing me apart This battle of body and heart
I haven’t missed you I’d be out of risk without you But these thoughts are bittersweet For they and reality shall never meet I pray…


LeaderI won’t stand these rules. Won’t handle these tools. Am I the fool that leads? The fool that bleeds? The fool that takes a stand? Or just someone who follows his own demand?Leader
Fall down into this trap And I’ll snap My safety’s come undone And all be long gone I’m the wicked son…
My choice or his? Sent be into dark bliss My question is this Am I hero, or a contortionist
Of truth?


Slave marchI walk the path of dread I dance on the tunes of death And never can i contain The fear that scorches my brain Wich hold my soul in its grasp Unbreakable is the clasp That seals my fate unto the track From wich i never can turn back For when the end is nigh I can see the truth that is a lie.Slave march
Keep up the good work
- Bob
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Zachari
---Life is a game. I win!---
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