Sitting, waisting, spinning, ripping...
There's a world at the taking
Right under my feet
Thinking, Wishing, Wondering, Hoping
How long before
They lose their meaning?
I unsheath...
The pale of my skin
Look real close at what's etched in...
listen; my voice; can you see it scream?
Let my words flow in blood and ink
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Now, do not fear
Come, step near...
I'll save your world
And those you hold dear...
For just one small favor...
I'll be this dieing world's re-creator..
All I ask in return is...
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"Be My Illustrator".
Trials, mockings, beatings, talking,
The sentence is soon
To wash away your sins.
Breathing, crying, torture, dieing
How long Before
The Great Erase begins?
But I'll stop the world
With your two hands
You can draw it new
At my command..
Sign your name, and dot the "i".
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Now take Thy pen
And draw the sword
Cause us up a future
To punish the World
Let the Great Chasm begin!
Where sword and pen INTERTWINE
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..Rip..
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..Rip..
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..Rip..
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..Rip..
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And there you have it
Princess of the page
Oh, did I not tell you?
You've been given a new name...
Your Friends are safe from the bad men now...
Your Hero remains...
I'm glad you got your happy ending...
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Now let's draw a new phase...
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Why do you look at me like that?
Did my writings slur or stutter?
When I call upon you,
Are you not my Illustrator?
Well now, it's time to make Him suffer...
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Remember me, my princess.
Remember to heed my request
Now illustrate The Real for mankind
We shall truly put them to the test...
Less I should remind you dear,
Of your signature across my mask...
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Take away His smile.
Take away their laughter.
Where was their mercy before,
When each one themselves would slaughter?
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Look at that one!
Isn't he just a pig by nature?
The people deem him a saint,
But I'll rewrite his Hereafter.
And that one there,
His roots run too deep.
Let's change him to a tree!
He'll serve us better as scenery.
LET'S BEGIN!
Together we will make art REAL.
Let the people's life flow
As their sacrificial offers.
We will recreate this world new
The likes of which no man has revealed
From each one has hidden in the dark.
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Yes, you love your Hero very much
That is clear to see.
Do not resist the duty of design
Of what my sword has decreed.
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How can you have a true hero
Before he knows of real suffering..
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With thy ink
In Black and White
Let the man walk in chains all his life
He'll walk a thousand stories
But may he never reach His happy ending.
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The story must go on, you see,
And this is just the beginning...
What's that you made??
A key you say!?
How dare you test my Author-ity!
Stop your antics now
Before He opens back realit.......
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-Here thee beholds... The Ink Blotched key...-
ABOUT THE AUTHOR...
Chapter 1:
"You left a stain on everyone of my good days..."
"Staring at a blank page again..."
Signed .....
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©palewriter
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