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My TheoryMy name is of inconsistency and smothers my soul. What you see is the blackest and most dark of the life which I lead. It is the epitome of destruction which foretells of future generations. Do not interfere with my mission for I am cursed with this gift which has been ordained by a ethereal being higher than any substantial mind could possibly comprehend.My Theory


GoneGoneGone
O Fair Maiden where art thou hid? You are gone, vanished from here What has caused you to disappear? I have searched far and wide, and traversed the ageless sea, yet you do not intend to reveal yourself to me. With sword in hand and nary a glimmer of hope I do my best, with this sadness to cope.
O Fair Maiden where art thou hid? I am weary, my search not yet done for it seems you insist to go and to run! What say your heart and soul to you? Be I your one and only true? Then be done with this catching, be done with this chase for there is li
Conscience

The BibleIt was just a brown leather Bible He carried it to school every day We all made fun of him for it And snickered at him when he prayed.The Bible
Everyone thought he was strange Only a fool would be seen with that book That stuff was fine around Mom and Dad But why ask for a disgusted look?
He had no friends to speak of At lunchtime he’d just sit and read It never seemed to matter to him He thought those words were all that he’d need.
I wanted to make him angry But every time he’d walk away There was no way that I could insult him No lasting re
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