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Remastered RealityThese nightmares are reminders of who controlled youRemastered Reality by ~DBardot
But the past can no longer hurt when I hold you
To sleep, resting peacefully was your highest goal
And safety, the gateway, you honored as my role
But all of this would soon be changed.
My entire life you had rearranged.
You drove me out, fearing all your scars,
Believed you can’t change who they said you are.
So set it off, set sail and the ship is gone.
Never will you rise above this. Never coming Home.
Bury all you knew, leave behind these withering bones.
This skeleton will await its time to lay to rest alone…
UntouchableI've been broken by all of myUntouchable by ~DBardot
Betrayers, destroyed all my hope
Burned their bridges back to me,
Torches ignite, scorch the rope.
Subtle barbs of honesty,
Chew away at their being.
Take this curse away from me.
Silence me eternally!
Gnawed to the bone.
Abandoned – all alone.
I’ve lost all ties to that which was once known as my home.
Stripped of all resource.
Lost with no hope of recourse.
Gaze upon me now,
Stab wounds upon my back.
Eyes beaten blue and black.
You shelter that which orders
Every devastating attack!
Reaching far out,
For help from those who ripped my heart out!
They lash whips at my
Praise and DecietBehold the ringmaster of the reindeer games.Praise and Deciet by ~DBardot
The trials set - all damned to fail.
Hateful and manipulative thing
Champions shall ever prevail.
Bring this monster closer to god
And near your own martyr’s pit.
Sallow in self-pitied sorrows.
Take to your gold crucifix.
Build ‘em up - your epic disasters.
Spawn the grounds of the grandest battle.
Tyranny’s backlash not in mind
Subjects worshipping you like cattle.
Angels fall such tragic heights
Suffocated by this ruling bastard.
Now these erinyes come to slaughter
Their manipulative treacherous master.
Concept of praise and deceit
Dire as death and defeat.
Build ‘em up
The Scorned ShepherdHis own blood shall stoop the fires.The Scorned Shepherd by ~DBardot
But how can we stay warm, when he cannot pierce the fold?
A martyr of this remorseless race.
Discontent of avarice, sorrow one could never know.
To save the ones he hated most
One must prepare great sacrifice.
The bleeding table primed divine
The trusted ones must bear the knives!
So I must go
To save all I know…
But at what cost?!!?!
Is the mark of desecration.
Sever one’s devotion; doom the pride of all surrounding.
This is the writ of – the dead resolution.
TAKE THIS KNIFE!
Now carve your brand upon my pride…
Can they truly be sav