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DiscordThe bringers of light take their stand in the dark
While the light turns grey
In the wake of Discord
The sky turns inside out
The shadows shine bright and become a myriad presence
By the hands of Discord
Light fades into dust
Animals dance madly
Such is the reign of Discord
Will is now but a dream that died in vain
Hope is now is a light given off by fiends
Made so by Discord
Euphoria becomes confused
Jailers are now felons
Madness fills the wishing well
To the delight of Discord
Sleep becomes a narcotic
The heart transfigures into a door to a ruinous void
Designed by Discord
And if you so happen
To have friends in your life
Turn to him with them and face him with all your might
For all is not lost
BrotherhoodWe were the only ones who saw it when it happened.
We knew not what we saw, but we sought to understand it for it had captivated us so.
We walked a path unknown, but as if we knew where to go, in search of the answer to this mystique.
We created beautiful images, beautiful words, beautiful sounds, and beautiful dreams not unlike the ones we saw.
And it was beautiful, everything was beautiful, compelling us to walk further.
On this frontier we joined our hands in brotherhood, dedicating ourselves to eternal friendship.
As we walked those who dared to hate did not exist and those who dared to exist did not hate.
But we were the only ones there when it happened,
and so we alone can walk this path. For now...
Freedom is not a dream and all the grass is green,
There is no injustice nor loneliness nor lack of life's purpose,
Nature can talk to citizens who'll listen.
Colors take shape in magnificent ways,
Monarchs openly lust for peace,
Villains' words cannot be heard,
Love is the only weapon you'll ever need
You will always find your joyous conscience
Dream of YouthShe has all the time in the world
But all she wants is a day,
A day to live her entire life
In every fractured way.
She wants to find her way today
Instead of looking for tomorrow,
Yet she always wonders why
Every day is bleak and hollow.
She looks for wisdom high and low
Here and there and in between,
But instead of wisdom all she sees
Is a picture show of her own dreams.
She's looking for another door
To take her far away from home,
But if she ever finds it at last
Then she will truly be alone.
She lives the troubled life of youth
But she lives it not alone,
She lives it with her many friends
And among them is her future's own.
NegligenceI am a faggot
I'm unacceptable to the Peers, who never let me be
Hallowed be my name by their psuedoroyal decree
I am not as I'm told, only like me
A schizoid prisoner-victim
In a prison that is free
In here I'm bound by chains made by the words of the Peers
And I often wonder: Where did the words come from? How can they live such empty lives? How can they have no heart to speak from
nor the free will to acquire one? Not even a mouth with which to ask why?
Social status is an essential nutrient I've lacked all my life
Resulting in this disease known as faggotry
There is no cure, no rest, no light
No escape from this conviction as I am lost in this mirage formed by the repetition of synthetic repetition
Every night I dream of logic and harmony
(symptoms of my disease)
Every day they say to me that the way to live is as the silent scream in the throat of a collective dream
of a place where every kindheart bleeds and every blackperverted heart
The Alicorn A celestial presence hangs upon the whispering winds, unsung by the prosaic fates,
pertaining to a vigil of majesty told of in transcendent scriptures. Whereupon this occurrence,
tales of dissent fall on deaf ears in the midst of these echoes of future yore,
echoes of the flutter of the wings of memory carrying a single clover of fortune.
And thus the Alicorn shall speak, with a voice know by that memory, and bring our peace,
to be the kindle of a spirit in our hearts, the same as was borne in our journey to this place
where the whispering winds blow. And this journey shall continue as we spread the wings
of memory, a transmutation of the stillness of time into our grace upon this land.
Lunar SolitaireShe is loved by the stars and the mirrors,
She is an unknown goddess who plays solitaire on the moon
All she wants is love and you do not know her name,
She does not know your games,
She does not want to be alone,
She wants love so much,
And yet she is feared, the one who's scared the most.
No heaven knows more beauty, no hell more pain...
She has returned now with the holy gift of night
But do you know her name?
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