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The history of rock

And so, in the vastness of the ether, it rises
From the primordial silence, a resonant sound
Like thunder that splits the distant skies
The voice of the Infinite is born, unbound!
No longer the void, nor the endless shadow
But the living flame, the fire burning bright
In the dawn of the cosmos, a mighty song
Where life and death in dance unite

In the womb of the earth, the first cry
Mad...

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sound   thunder   voice   infinite   born   dance   life   power   hearts   force   song   chord   note   hammer   rhythm   time   divine   creation   forever

Sickness Within

We were born sick
But we adore it,
Nothing compares.
Living on the edge,
The dual extremes
in which we thrive,
are eating us alive.
Devouring our souls,
Ripping us apart,
Yet wholesome we feel
With our demons so close,
Sat upon our shoulder
Whispering to us, sins..
Orders upon orders
to which we must follow.

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sickness   born   bipolar disorder   two extremes   bipolar   mood swings   mania   depression   manic   orders   compelled   give in   giving in   acceptance

Made of Liverpool

I am made of Liverpool which means it all

Proud and mischievous born for fun

It's in our blood to want for more

More of everything to stir our souls

We're all together when the world crowds in

Ever faithful to the passions that stir

Red for ever on a golden cause

Blues together from across the park

Fridays, Saturdays music and dance 

Laughter, humour on long walks home

...

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Baby's Cry.

There was once a time,

That I dreamed for what felt like eternity -

It was all too real, 

And it left a long lasting curse upon me.

 

In my dream,

You appeared -

Harbouring a cold heart, but never a word.

A thought had crossed my mind -

"You and I only exist in a reality of non-existance."

So, take my hand and follow me -

Down an empty path where nobody can come be...

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Seperation   born   dream state

Born With A Glitch

Born with a glitch.

Struggle to convey.

Feel it build up.

Mentally rephrase.

Influent tongue.

Analytical mind.

Songs left unsung,

and my life left confined.

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Stutter   Speech   impediment   born   with   a   glitch   rephrase   description   describe

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