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| Can somebody here please tell me why Every day Im always forced to hide behind This vail of lies ‘cause you know that im not blind To the truth that’s there just like the sky, Its big and obvious and undeniable. But everyone’s believing they’re in control, When in truth they’ve really lost control. And in doing so they sold their souls, and now they’re Broken shadows. Broken by their Lies they let inside Lies they followed blind Lies now hold their minds now they scream for freedom from inside! Everday is another fight in my mind Trying to balance out equations of wrong and right But im afraid one day this battle might Spill to the streets and then it would leave behind Confusion and chaos and no control But maybe that’s what this place should behold, A place with out boundaries or rules or flow And come to realize the lies that they were told, and see they’re Broken shadows, broken by the Lies they let inside Lies they followed blind Lies now hold their minds now they scream for freedom from inside! Lies they let inside Lies they followed blind Lies now hold their minds now they scream for freedom from inside! | | |
| From underneath the trees, we watch the sky
Confusing stars for satellites
I never dreamed that you'd be mine
But here we are, we're here tonight
Singing Amen, I, I'm alive
Singing Amen, I, I'm alive
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we'd see the day when nobody died.
And in the air the fireflies
Our only light in paradise
We'll show the world they were wrong
And teach them all to sing along
And as we lie beneath the stars
We realize how small we are
If they could love like you and me
Imagine what the world could be
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we'd see the day when nobody died
When nobody died. | | |
| And so Valpan, wearing the armor of the god Loken, now stands before Fenrir, who himself wears the accursed armor of the god Palak. Long ago the two gods had been trapped within their own suits of arms, their destructive war against one another too terrible to go on. However a prophecy had been made that one day, when the time was right, the two would be set free to finish their fight once and for all. Now Loken, speaking through Valpan now that they both shared one body, raises his hand and points a gauntleted finger at their joint foes and proclaims with great authority and fervor. “Palak! Long have you slept, trapped and hidden away, dreaming of the day you would once again be free, free to rain terror upon the earth. Free to enslave its people and bring war to those who oppose you. However I am now awake, prepared to change what you have done, and to destroy this evil empire you have built once again! I told you many years ago that you will never be able to enslave and control the Earth’s people. I am their defender, and if you try to bring me down, you will fail! You’ve been hiding behind your host, this weak mortal Fenrir. You thought I wouldn’t be able to see your face in his? I have, and now I have been resurrected, back to stop your final hammer stroke that would fulfill your plans. And I will never rest until you are smote upon the ground, your corpse fed upon by beasts and your body turned to ash. I stand before you, alone, with no army, no fighters. Just you and me. I stand alone, feeling the sting of the wound you gave me so long ago. Everything I fought for then, everything I loved and cherished has faded into dust. I now fight for the future, and the things to come! You will not leave here today to hide as you have done thus far. You shall perish by my hand!” | | |
| The Finger Raised Against The World I’m not whacked, just a little f***ed up. Not on the edge just pushing it. Not going too fast just living in a blur. Not crazy just a little confused. Not lost just a little beyond found. But all I need is a little push, a little more gas to go psycho on you, so back the f*** up or your next. I'll f***in open your eyes to the truth and your gonna wish I hadn’t. Your gonna see all your lies and all the bull that you let make you instead of you making yourself and you might contemplate suicide. I don’t care what people think or say when I’m near. Don’t give a f*** if I’m a bit too extreme, a little too loose or slightly too out there for them. This is me myself and I, and we’re here to stay, being us and not them, staying true rather than cocooning ourselves in lies, and staying trapped behind falsehoods and tricks. F*** the world and what they think. You have to do what makes you happy in this one and only life. Can't stay trapped behind someone else’s door of an idea. Listen to the beat as your heart ticks down to the time that you expire. Listen to the chords that explode your thoughts out of your brain and out onto paper like a blood splatter from a suicide victim that used a 22 in the back of their throat. Let life’s rhythm wake you and speak to you and flow like a f***ing piss you’ve been holding in for a century. Dare not to make sense and scare the neighbor lady out of her wig. Be you and be real. You want the girl next door? Have her. But be sure its you and not who she wants who’s feeling up her leg before the night is on. She don’t like you, then leave her in the dust of time and let her blow away like she did to your friend when his girlfriend was out of town. Be your own person. Own yourself and you’ll go far. Go with the crowd and only go as far as they do. Expression is a life force that drives everyone in their bedroom. But rarely do they let it out for all to see. They keep a mask that labels a fake strapped on to fit in. But what happens when you go out drinking with your new friends and suddenly they see the real you? Uh oh! Whoops! Surprise! Do we really want to hang with him? He’s weird. He’s different. Lets leave his ass with nothing to support him and spit on this s*** when he comes around. Well if you find yourself like this you only have yourself to blame. You sold out to be cool, and now your laying in your own pool of depression, reaching for that gun, ready to lose it all in an instant, put that f***ing thing down. don’t be a p***y! Strip yourself of the fake you were and come into your own butterfly effect, being you, the real you, with a raised finger against the world. | | |
| An Elite in golden armor strode toward them, gracing Kurt with a glance that was part distain...and part respect. It jabbered orders at the Hunters and the others. Kurt's translation software deciphered part of this: "Damage not the center. Engineers with the Slipspace field shunts...Reopen the silver gate. Glory is ours!" A roar of thunderous triumph burst from the gathered Covenant.
Kurt struggled to rise. There was more pain than he'd ever felt, and his legs had turned to wet sand. His vision tunneled...but he got to his feet...and raised both hands into a fighting stance.
"You haven't won," Kurt said. "You've still got me to get through."
The Ship Master assessed Kurt and nodded, perhaps as an equal, perhaps understanding him, perhaps not. It gazed upon Kurt as an equal. A fellow warrior...
Kurt opened the team roster-subheading status-and moved Will, SPARTAN-043; Dante, SPARTAN-G188; Holly, SPARTAN-G003 to the missing-in-action coloumn, adhering to the tradition of never listing a fallen Spartan as "killed in action."...
The room started to spin. His mouth went dry. He tried to swallow. Couldn't. His vision doubled and he thought he saw Tom and Lucy come back to get him... but it wasn't them. It was Shane, Robert, and Jane from Team Wolf Pack.
There were hundreds of Spartans with him on the platform -from Alpha and Beta Companies, Dante, Holly, and even Sam...all ready to fight and win in this last battle with him.
Hallucination? Maybe. It was nonetheless welcome.
The ghostly Spartans nodded, and gave him the thumbs-up "can-do" signal.
Kurt wouldn't let them down. All he had to do was single-handedly stop a Covenant army. One last impossible mission...the short definition of any Spartan. It was the least he owed them.
The Fleet Master Elite snarled at Kurt, and the translation filtered through his helmet's speaker: "One last fight, demon. You will die and we shall reopen the silver path."
"Die?" Kurt laughed. "Didn't you know?" he told the Elite. "...Spartans never die."
Kurt turned his gauntlet face-up and pressed the detonator.
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