About this user
I have walked among men and angels for 3,000 years. Time, has no end, no beginning, no purpose. I seek forgiveness, for my crimes against God, and Man. I wish to seek death and destruction over light. But the light, cannot be extinguished...
Where does it come from? This quest? This need to solve life's mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered. "Why are we here?", "What is a soul?", "Why do we dream?" Perhaps we are better off not looking at all. Not delving not yearning. But that is not human nature, not the human heart. That is not why we are here. Yet, still we struggle to make a difference, to change the world. Never
knowing for certain whom we will meet along the way. Never knowing for certain who among the world of strangers will hold our hand touch our hearts, and share the pain of
trying. We dream of hope, we dream of change. Of fire, of love, of death...And then it happens. The dream becomes
real. And the answer to this quest, this need to solve life's mysteries, finally shows' itself. Like the glowing light of a
new dawn. We search for purpose, when in the end we only find it in each other. Our shared experiences with the fantastic, and the mundane. The simple human need to find
kindred, to connect. And to know in our hearts, that we are not alone.
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Ooo
Dead I am the one, Exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr
Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die
Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Age
19
Hometown
Paul Island, Jamaica
Country
United States
Occupation
school, friend, foe, brother, child philosipher, son, nephew
Companies
NO
Schools
Mason High School
Interests
videogames, reading, tv
spyduhmon
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