On Nightmare NightThe moon shall rise, the sun shall fall.Countless legions shall heed our call.Ours to the victory, theirs to the black.On Nightmare Night, we shall attack.So heed our warning, do not resist.Your power to us is as steel against mist.
The WordsI wrote the words that came to me,the words that came i wrote.The words that came I give to you,yet see them i cannot.I do not see the words I write,yet written they must be.I do not write what's in my head,the words i set them free.The words now freed are upon this page,the words see me they do.The words see me and from their sight,their message I give to you.
The LumberjackIn the center of a fieldI tried to fell a tree,but all that I accomplishedwas to stand and stare at thee,and as I was thus entrancedthe tree, why it did move,and when I finally turned aroundthere was nothing left to hew.So once again I turned aroundbut you were gone as well.With nothing left for meat the point upon which I stoodI left the field to find another treeif ever I possibly could.
UntitledIn Rome there is a little manwho told an epic taleof gods and emperors loved and lostand the lands that yet prevail.He told me of the rise of graceof culture and building to the skywherein which dwelt many gods abovebefore their fall from on high.Barbarians came and sacked the cities,and merged cultures with their own,and then gave birth to new great menwho built a brand new home.They traveled far across the seatheir empire they expandeduntil once again the gods that bespread revolutions upon the land.And so we come to as things are nowwith people in every cornerlooking toward all new days aheadbuilding upon their formers.Yet still little men sit in little homestelling tales of the Ancient Romans.
To AchieveWhich is higherthe goal or dreamthat make all beingsstrive to achievea better existencefar awayto make us feelthat all is okay?