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Dance With Me

The Almighty, Never Slumbers

A Trail Of Evidence

No, Not Winter Again!

Life Has Been Canceled

Seasons Splendor

I Know, That I Know

Ode To Toilet Tissue

For God So Loved

The River Runs On

Death Waits In The Fog

Your Wheel

Death do us Part

Summer Is Running Away

Anatomy of a Teardrop

She's about to be taken Captive

When you recall my Name

If Thoughts could Kill

In search of the silver Lining

Tiny Hands

Oh Bethlehem

When Dreams Die

Ellie and the Elves


The Gift That Gives Forever

Could It Be

Hecter The Specter

Tips for better living: By Professor Gravleeill

The True Meaning Of Halloween


Listen up!

Blood Stained Tears

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She's  about  to  be  taken  Captive

She's  about  to  be  taken  captive,  forsaken  by  those  who  should  have  loved  
 and  protected  her,  she's  always  given  them  the  best  she  had  to  give,
loved  them,  nurtured  them,  kept  them  from  harm,  she's  about  to  be  shackled,
  thrown  into  the   arms  of  those  who  despise  her,  still,  those  that  love  her  fight  
 on,  unwilling  to  Imagine  her  in  the  hands  of  those  who  seek  to  destroy  her,  to
  make  a  mockery  of  the  beautiful  lady  she  is,  she  languishes  in  the  depths
of   sorrow,  as  do  those  who  cherish  her.

She's  been  stomped  on,  torn,  passed  through  fire,  but  still,  she  holds  
her  glorious  face  up  to  the  sky

Why,  why  would  they  do  something  so  Incomprhensable  to  her,  why  are  they
 forsaking   Glory,  who's  grown  older  but  ever  wiser,  the  matriarch  of  this  once
 mighty  family,  only  to  be  hated,  scorned  and  made  a  mockery  of,  her  once
  cherished  values,  morals,  principles,  now  are  disdained,  laughed  at  and
  cursed,  how  could  her  own  children  do  such  evil  against  her  and   those  that  
   love  her?  they  despised  the  moral  compass  they  had  grown  up  with,  had    
little  reguard  for  the  sanctity  of  life,  one  day,  they'll  mourn  the  loss  of  Glory.


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