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The song I wrote

I decided to take that poem I wrote yesterday and add to it. I think I will turn it into a song, but I'm shit with adding a tune to things, so I'll work it out later. Anyway, here it is.


Quick, yet slow: tumbling they will go

Fancy, prancy, dancy, and romancy; down the steep slope they flow

They look humble as they tumble, yet naive as they may never know

The acknowledgement of the sorrow that lies around them, above them, and below

Such a beautiful pair they make, neither could ever forsake

The tranquility that lie ahead, behind them, disrupted by the snake

Too human to avoid temptation to steal from Eden’s plentiful Earth

This is what stole them away from their mirth

Cupid was evil in his intentions: shooting curiosity and temptation with his arrow of toxins

Watching humans run wild for the sake of amusement, such terrible misusement

Love, greed, and humanity makes cowards of everyone; too weak to never know

Quick, yet slow: tumbling they will go


To fear the foreboding thoughts of malice in intention

To break the rope and release the tension

Oblivious to oblivion, people were too stupid to mention

The horrors that lie beyond human comprehension

Quick, yet slow: tumbling they will go


I was wrapped up in a dream of romance

Locked in a trance of a dream never quite in reach

For a dream is a delusion in wrapping paper, and it is delusions that teach

Lessons to those stupid enough to long for something out of reach

Often the pleasures we long to obtain bring us less pleasure than pain

Because desire often results in things impossible to hold

For dreaming is for when you are asleep

Always remember to keep those whom you treasure most,

as they are of more value than a ghost

For a dream is a delusion in wrapping paper


To fear the foreboding thoughts of malice in intention

To break the rope and release the tension

Oblivious to oblivion, people were too stupid to mention

The horrors that lie beyond human comprehension

Quick, yet slow: tumbling they will go


The absence of presence is what pulls at the strings

The times they are gone is when it stings

Memories are moments, not known to be significant till it is too late

It returns as a weight on your shoulders that can be too great

To bear such a strife of any measure at all

It is the memories that pain to recall

If it be a lover, a mother, a friend, or a brother

The vacuum of absence takes more than any other

To lock them away behind bars of steel

Does not do anything to help it heal

To take it head on, suited in armour like iron

Is the only way to kill a lion


To fear the foreboding thoughts of malice in intention

To break the rope and release the tension

Oblivious to oblivion, people were too stupid to mention

The horrors that lie beyond human comprehension

Quick, yet slow: tumbling they will go



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