Failed Negotiations

The Dark of Night Grows Near, there is no sun, today shan't I be the one to cast out from my own hands?

The lies and deceit that has perpetuated for years, until this very day.

Every negotiation, fell on deaf ears, all hope lost. Now's the time for retaliation,

as the Law brings a mighty smite to this foolishness.

A simple solution, to an unending rage that haunts our minds.

Now the gloves are off and the result will manifest from this information pipeline.

Lying in wait, for the answer to take place. You may not care, or are oblivious to our plight.

But the time has come, as we let fate take pace.

As random thoughts fill our heads, other crimes are caught on tape.

Making this easy, as our rights of peace live in this place.

When it's all said and done, The Sun will once more bring our dawn.

Game of Life

They say life is like a box of chocolates, yet I say Life is like a video game.

Where we begin at our roots, and find our preferred style of hot topics.

This class warfare is nothing to be ashamed of.

We make our way through levels of difficulty, as every year goes by.

Finding direction and guidance along the chosen specialty.

Spending our days, wasting away, by profession or education,

No matter which course of action is taken.

Searching for secrets in trades, in order to obtain our treasures.

Unlocking knowledge and wisdom in our crafts,

Magic is something more than mixing Alchemy.

As objectives and this hypothesis can be traced back into energy.

Gaining the willpower and charisma to endure the world's criticisms.

As we make ourselves better human beings,

with each skill and profession that the societies have to offer.

With this adventure training us in experience, reaching our pinnacles of mastery;

becoming one step closer to our true divinities.

Coming back full circle, this life is more than ever imagined,

With our superiorities and minorities, the game of life is made with sincerity.

Traveler's Rest

Long roads and passageways take their toll on the weary souls.

Traveler's passing by, in-between spaces, looking for a place to rest.

Serene towns and lively villages, fills the atmosphere.

With songs and sonnets of invitation, everywhere.

Looking for the most suitable house or inn, this traveler's rest is not far from sight.

Making arrangements, checking in, a traveler finds his might.

Allowing his stay to be, one to relax, as the day turns into night.

Showing this traveler an experience that was just right.

With dinner and entertainment, as a sight to behold,

the traveler could enjoy, making his vigor bold.

This place that the traveler rested, was more than ever expected.

Filled with information and stories, the traveler's rest was worth the quarries.

When the dawn of that new day rose, the traveler was gone, finishing his stay.

Searching for a new lore, to make his legend known. This traveler is the hero that wins the goal.

Finding a new shore, to rest once more. The traveler will find his final resting place for sure.

Take A Note

Why is there nothing to quote? This time let us take a note.

Reaching the age of majority, hoping it will lead to seniority.

So we can pitch our personal ideations in order to vote.

What is inside this cooking pot? Another reason to take note.

As days become longer and temperatures reach even hotter,

Our thoughts make a picture of the dog days of summer.

Where to go, and where can our eyes enjoy some scenery?

For more papers and forms of such things, needing notoriety.

Creating these new projects that help make lasting memories, (my hands to reconcile as stratagem)

Booking new vacations in order to exchange ideas for familiarities.

When will the time to come and dock, reaching our final destinations?

Take more notes, make them into votes, ordering us to enjoy the next inspiration.

Looking for ways to make us feel good, laughing the nights away in joyful revelry.

Setting up this blessed atmosphere, allowing us to enjoy the mood.

Who set up this grandiose point of energy? A note was taken, stamped by that generation.

This time our thoughts are clear, our notes have made it very near.

Collecting some funds for this vision that we all have the need.

This is truly a dignified group, finding where they belong with their creed.

Having more ways than ever before to take a note this year.

Gunslinger

This prefecture...

A gun for hire, the one who gets things done.

Never any time to retire, this mercenary fired from the hip,

never missing one.

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Gunslinger, always ready to make a deal.

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Gunslinger, a dual weilding marksman, never going to show a feel.

Gunslinger, gets the job done, never asking questions about the deal.

Gunslinger, takes out the target, never asking who started it.

Pay that bullet slinger well, or that gunslinger will kill you still.

With no second thoughts, that life of yours is ready to steal.

Master of the craft, bullets fly true, never being seen.

This desperado will bring the night to you, like you have never thought before.

This rebel without a cause, is the Grim Reaper coming ashore.

[Chorus]

This killer without a reason, seeks a final resting place.

A warrior with no name, this assassin showed no mercy,

As they climb into Fame. Notorious at the whisper of a hit,

This gunner knew what it meant...

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fin.

Badass

Working everyday, from dawn till dusk.

Building up muscle, using brawn to make it rain dust.

Throwing shit from here to there, finishing up stuff, like no one cares.

Looking like a Badass, chasing that money, making it shine like glass.

Craving that fix, chasing that hit, getting there fast.

Raging for that house, as it became close to reality.

Being the man, showing his stand, that he build with his own two hands.

Being a Badass was never so simple, working for the man, hoping to get some nipple.

Now its time to be a good host, throwing grand parties,

So we can make a toast.

Pumping up the music, showing them how to get down to it.

Chasing that booty, hoping it lasts 'till you do your duty.

Getting it on, all night long, like a true Badass.

Maintaining your sexiness, showing her the membership.

Riding into the darkness, making them harken this.

It's now the time to stand up, and do it all over again.

Running with a six-pack, making those arms break that stack.

I'm the real Badass, that everyone wants to be,

well that's that in harmony.

Moving On

From here on out, we seek a reason for moving on.

Leaving the past behind us, none would seek what was mine.

Not standing for ego or hatred, for the sake of it.

Heading into a new dawn, where a man can be at one.

Moving on towards the bright horizon.

Believing that the end of the day will bring a better tomorrow.

When others stumble and fail to become less of a sorrow.

My rivals are far from sight lacking the maturity to evolve.

Finding a reason for moving on, letting life take us to the brighter dawn.

Moving onwards, away from those cowards. Seeking a new horizon.

As the setting sun gives way to another day of moderation.

This man makes a move that is beyond comprehension.

Ascending to a better way of understanding.

We simply keep moving onward and upward.

No heading back now, as our life begins anew, showing us how.

Keep moving on and keep moving up, toward a better society.

Eye of the Observer

In a blink of an eye, was the beginning of the ever expanding space.

where all things come to be.

Particles of unknown origin, explode into light,

as stars are born or growing even more.

As the atoms crash and smash about, splitting and duplicating

as it is observed, without a doubt.

Forming meteors and asteroids, collecting among the stars.

Spinning and twirling about, forming galaxies and celestial bodies.

With the passing of time, those particulates begin evolving, into complexity.

Living cells, and other atoms of energy,

collect and gather creating the Life we know, today.

In the eyes of the observer, these elements of

the stars find their compliments, among these stories.

A being, so consciously aware, It's the Eyes of the Beholder;

Emanating its mind, to become the Eye of the Observer.

Such tiny things, packed with potentiality,

How can there be nothing more left, at life's end?

Knowing that darkness is everywhere.

It's no surprise some only believe that there's nothing there.

So we once again, can see that this eye of the observer,

still plays a role in what will happen that's so foreign.

To carry on its observance for the rest of eternity?

Where no pain or no loss is ever experienced,

Only learned through the powers beyond this sentence.

How can we deny, our very intent of getting by?

When such magnificence and beauty, come together in harmony.

Our thoughts fill the emptiness that rears its face, externally.

Why do we still deny our own existence, so fervently?

It is simply the Eye of the Observer, watching itself, eagerly.

Making a network of unforeseen Dark Energy.

To put these Dark Matters to rest,

which one is your recommended chosen party?

As things unfold, just as they should be,

The Eye of the Observer continues on into destiny.

Hauntings of the Past

Sitting alone, in the dead of night,

where only creatures of the dark and lost souls begin their plight.

For the moon is at its fullest,

enabling the veils between worlds, to show us their fight.

Hauntings of the past begin to manifest,

giving us visions of times that have been.

Where wandering spirits and poltergeists that were wronged,

come into a grim sight.

A place that holds warm memories,

and failed destinies, to find their light, once more.

Collecting and gathering their flickering energies,

to pass their torch once more,

making the souls of the deceased find rest in peace, finally.

We think of the unknown soldiers and others who passed, without any peace.

Our hearts feel their pain and share their anguish, that haunts them all.

Bringing up the past, in order to reflect,

hoping we once more learn what its meant to be alive.

Take the words of the deceased as,

part of how we should or should not be, living our lives.

Remember, everyone, that the Hauntings of the Past

will show their tenants, forevermore.

As the end of this dark night comes to a close,

remembering the pleas of the dead,

or history will repeat itself, instead.

For another day, brings a new dawn.

Closing this veil of the damned once again.

Let this be the lesson of a lifetime or,

The Hauntings of the Past will come to get you.

Peacekeeper

Darkened doors, hiding a rage worthy of disaster.

Hope of a new day haunts its neighbors, rising up faster.

Looking for neutral ground, where peace is made.

Offers of co-operation, established yet is shaken.

Rapids of emotion, that have no sense in them.

A Peacekeeper raises his presence in attempts of calming.

Bringing up simple mandates that have proven meanings.

Wanting things to return to how they used to be.

To enjoy each other's company once more.

All talks and compromises are shared, making light of the past.

The Peacemaker wins the day, as lightened passageways, in full mast.

Once more, the peacekeeper has truly saved the day.

Since our future is uncertain, this master of peace will show the way.

Waves of emotion, with no sense left in them.

The Peacekeeper raised his energy attempting a calming.

Wanting to return to how they used to be.

Enjoying other's company one more time.

Peacemaker wins they day, lighting doorways, in full mast.

Once more, Peacekeeper has saved the day.

As doors are darkened

by this rage of disaster,

Hopes of a new day

haunts the neighbors,

rising up faster.

Finding Neutral ground,

as peace has been made.

Co-operation was established,

but still shaken. As rapids of emotion

have no sense left in them.

For the Peacekeeper has

made his presence known.

Attempting to calm the seas that were distressing.

Showing simple mandates with proven meanings.

Wanting to return to the way things used to be.

Enjoying the company of others, again.

Compromises shared, showing light of the past.

The Peacemaker has won, once more.

As lightened doorways become full mast.

This Peacekeeper has truly saved the day.

Though the future is uncertain,

This master of peace will show us the way.

Knight's of Eternity

Standing here forever, since the dawn of time.

Forms of great energy, existing until the end of days, eternally.

The formations of stars and celestial bodies,

were all due to the four grand deities.

Beings blessed by the Sion Trinity, we are the Knight's of Eternity.

With only three keys forming a relic that

was forged by the other being of energy.

Blade of the Watermind Lance of the Firesoul Axe of the Earthbody

These weapons belong to the 3 God-heads that created humanity.

They each contain their own souls as they act as the hands of creation.

To create or destroy all that exists in our universe amongst all of the multiverse.

Each carried the weight of a thousand souls and wreak havoc on all of creation.

Truth, Aether, and Essence are the conduits of creation and destruction of the multiverse.

They are not evil nor good but only bring genuine creation, a latent ability in all humanity.

Many great heroes have laid hands on each of these weapons as they now carry the soul's of their masters.

With the weight of a thousand lifetimes on each of their shoulders

claiming many of the heroes lives as permanent vestiges in the plains of their design.

We speak now only to give harborage for

Truth, Aether, and Essence. we are the Knight's of Eternity.

Deities blessed by the Sion Trinity

They are not evil nor good yet, bring genuine creation,

enabling this ability in all of humanity.