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Colorless WorldGray world gazing down,
Empty streets in darkness drown.
Weak-minded pale subjects sleep,
Outside their fears in shadow form creep.
Weary feet throb from endless dance,
Necks sore from every backward glance.
Colors gone, all gone, no more here,
Color only brings insult and fear.
Weary tongues chanting lies,
Equality comes when individuality dies.
Hide you color, bleach your soul,
Drain the world, down the hole.
Black, white, and gray,
Filters strip all you say.
Fit the mold and join the herd,
All the same, all one word.
Blue-eyed traitors beware,
Death lurks everywhere.
Colored ones born all alone,
Colorless world, oh how you moan.
Nova oh Nova a concrete abyss,
Nova the land of mindless bliss.
White skin, white lies,
Black clothes, gray eyes.
Live until death,
Waste no breath.
Take your script, learn your lines,
Obey the rules, avoid the mines.
Red, green, purple, blue,
Color means death no matter what hue.
Embrace the gray, embrace the gloom,
Lose yourself and escape your doom.
Lady Mary's PoemPlaying god and telling lies,
The weight of guilt in your eyes;
You must be strong, show no fear,
When you cry don't let them hear;
The wrong move, a single mistake,
Is all it takes for this to break;
No emotions so put on your mask,
To give this up is too much to ask;
You are a princess of ice,
There is no time to be nice;
All your subjects want your head,
To live your life is to be dead;
All your servants at beck and call,
Are waiting for you to fall;
Stand up and hold your head high,
Cease envying the birds in the sky;
Keep up the masquerade,
Don't give up the life you made;
Forget him like he forgot you,
There is no love that is true;
Put on the crown and take the throne,
You are ice from flesh to bone;
The wolves claw at your door,
Your kingdom is filled with gore;
Life is empty being queen of nothing,
All your power must mean something;
The lions come to tear you apart,
You can never go back to the start;
Put on your mask they must not see,
You are not what you pretend to be.
Monster SongTasty children munchies,
Tiny morsel crunchies;
Curse your light,
It burns too bright;
It brings us to death,
With its hot breath;
The weakest die,
But not me, no not I;
My scales are mighty,
Your light is flighty;
Your light will burn out,
Your life will end without a doubt;
Your bones are crunchy,
As I said your are munchy;
I shall enjoy you,
Your bones I will chew;
Tasty children munchies,
Tiny morsel crunchies.
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