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When the drapes of safety take their leave and angels divine begin to grieve and every day becomes the same and society fears the lion tamed that's when oppression commits to us all and we ignorant fools take our last fall.

Of all the places to cut the cheese you performed it here, just to displease. You say passing air is an amazing art but it's completely rude to burp and fart. You don't even say the proper "excuse me" and think it's funny to make fun of poor Suzy. The poor girl must always sit next to you and deal with your manners and the "art" that you do. You're a mess, you're a zoo and now you've got me farting, too!

My heart is stolen. Gone from my grasp. A simple traveler who made my heart beat, but now is gone, flying with the wind. I never took the second to reveal my heart and say three words. Now I follow the wind with the sun at my back, chasing a thief. This is me taking a risk, taking a chance. Ready to experience heaven on earth and just as he has stolen my heart, I steal a chance that I'll capture his.

My sacred beloved, my second half. What have I done to awaken your wrath? For months, you shined and with happiness you glowed but anger and tears have paved a new road. Oh my dear May and oh my dear June, why did the wind have to blow so soon? To chill and kill my spreading joy to change your purity to an evil coy. You represent laughter and give birth to new cheer but the clouds have you kidnapped until spring of next year.

Like a pack of wolves, they eat ravenously. Like a pack of wolves, they hunt the innocent. Like a pack of wolves, they travel around. Like a pack of wolves, they stick together. Like a pack of wolves, they are family.

I was a canvas, dull and white. I was a girl, lost, with no fight. I saw the world in black and gray, keeping my feelings locked away. As a canvas, you held a paintbrush a simple stroke would make me blush. You painted me, recreating a heart, leaving me with a brand new start. You are an artist who painted my soul. You are an angel who filled my holes.

Blind panic covers all my thoughts. A blaring light, much like a giant flashlight being shined in your face, stares at me. I can hear the tracks beneath me trembling as if feeling my growing terror. My mind resembled a white rose. Blank and drained of color. A paper jam starts up in my mind. "What do I do? What do I do?" The train was an unstoppable bull, charging down the tunnel. Coming towards me with chaotic wrath. "What do I do? What do I do?"

A simple cloud adrift in a sea. A sea so vast and empty that it holds its own beauty. A simple cloud may be simple but its decor to the one thing in this world that has stayed the same since forever. A sea that has clouds that swim like fish and rainbows that are like waterfalls dipping into the below. I can imagine sitting on the moon and fishing for a simple cloud.

The world is made of music. Your footsteps make a rhythm, running engines play the bass, and the birds are your melody. The wind is a microphone, used to lift your voice and feed hungry souls. Music turns the world, goes inside your heart and reaches your inner thoughts. Music is your best friend. Music is your comfort. Music is mother nature's voice.