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Once upon a midnight, words from a legend. A martyr of literature, who invented both mystery and horror as we know them today.

Miles from money And a century from new I think it's funny, The life I never knew

Time wears us all like the sole of a shoe. The soul of a shoe, if a shoe has a soul, a chi, so to speak. In the end, we comform with realizing it and without regret. We let ourselves die. We know nothing else.

Death comes in many forms, The worst is yet to come For the man who conforms, This is easier than for some

Maybe we are all domed from birth. The real point to life is to perpetuate our species. If one does not, has he become a traitor to mankind? No, unless he breeds a hybrid, which is another idea entirerly. Life breeds failure more often then success. In that case, why?

Why? A question useless to ask How? slightly better When? ensures the completion of a task Now! does that better

Modesty is front for a fruad. Any man who pretends not to realize his accomplishments, or pretends not to realize the weight of them, is man you should not turn your back on. If one truly does not realize their accomplishments, then they are an idiot, and you would be better not to deal with them.

Towers reach high in the sky Planes fly higher still A man is telling a lie If he claims man to have no will

Life and death are but events in the day of all the days you will live. We work and play, all of which is to ensure temporary happiness between times of utter dispair. We feel, this is both our greatest gift and curse. Why does man feel dispair. Why does this feeling come more easily than love?

To hell with all who doubt you And welcome those who do not Better off are those who knew That you were'nt so hot

'I think, therefore I am' is extremely one-sided. A table 'is', but how can that be? It does not think. We think, and think it is, therefore it must be. Or must it?

The time has come, long ago I am what I am in peace Ask yourself, what do I know? In a puzzle, it's but a piece

Why is the only true question worth asking. It is short, to the point, and annoys the hell out of people. This is because no one knows the answer, and those who do are unwilling or unable to speak. There is some comfort in that, for if we knew why, what would be the point of speaking?

A storm will rise And men will run And when it does subside, Women will be alone in the sun

Trying to figure out both the nature and intention of the opposite sex is just as similar, both in piont and technique, to gauging an animal's intelligence. In the end, we are all so vastly different that to try to stereotype is a friutless effort. Still, we long to find so stereotypes, so we might get the upper hand.

Life in an embrace A bear hug, if you will By the look in her face, She's not willing to kill

Dogs may be man's best friend, but that's to say that man is dog's best friend. It's as if a dog realized thousands of years ago that if he did as humans said, he would live like royality. Since then, the conspiracy has gone to virtualy every home on the planet. All looking for unconditional love from a creature without the fickle of nature of man, we've been had.

Come little pup Now sit and beg Get daddy's cup O.K., but get off my leg

Cats on the other hand, make no secret that they have no use for you what-so-ever. Tell a cat to sit, and you get a look that undeniably says 'fuck you.' Yes, if cats could talk, they couldn't talk on basic cable, you get it? But they are rather loyal, or at least dependent on you. You have to love them, or pay the price. Cats were once thought to be the devil's creature, and were killed by the dozens. Millions died from the black plauge, caused by fleas from rats the should have been supper.

A life force, a meaning Even in a house cat A desire for being You can't overcome that

In the end life is nothing more than a string of meaningless events. In the end, life is but a drop in the bucket of all the buckets in the world. In the end, life is a lot of things. But remember these words: In the end, life is nothing more than over.

These rantings must end They will do you no good They are a pointless blend A mere splinter of wood
By Billy McAleese

Blasphemy with the highest regard
And so it was, like a fire from a dragon, the death went as fast as it came. When fire reins the world, and we are but beggars to our own demise. What assumption can we make than that a serious change is needed

Two words, that's all When then sun has gone black Choose them wisely, and do not stall, For you can never take them back
If I had but thirty seconds to live, had a pen in my hand and a piece of paper, and I could write only one word, that word would be 'patience'.

Do not rush, my son Take your life in stride For if you live only to run, Life will leave you behind
Patience is victory. These words were not spoken by a great speaker or wise man, but by my self. Yet the truth is so apparent that neither speaker nor wise man, no, not even politician, can doubt the truth. And while some things are better gotten by action, the time for action requires patience, and patience in turn encourages action. A man with the will power to pick his moment will , and without exception, come out on top. Why then, is there so much emphasis on speed? Simple, we are controlled by the blind.

Power is not gained in a day Birth does not happen in an hour but life can be quickly stripped away, And with your life goes your power
Sleep, that unavoidable end to a day. A time of absolute relaxation and the ultimate meditation. If a drug was invented that would make humans stay awake and alert 24 hours a day for as long as you take the drug, and sleep would no longer be nessesary, who would take it? No one. I, for one would not take a pill to disturb my slumber. Indeed, I take a great deal of medicine to make me sleep longer. I love sleep, even so far to say that I pity animals who do not sleep. Fish, for example, do not even have eyelids. What a terrible way to live, to never be able to shut out the world.

If I should die before I wake My parents would lose their way So I you spare me for their sake I'll be sure to think of you on Sunday
Being a god, now there is responsibility. Humans go insane taking care of a single child, a god must care for all the creatures in the world all the time at the same time. While my religion is best suited to speculation, I wonder at the Christian god under which I was babtised. Is the bible merely a dead document designed for the knowledge and ideas of a thousand years ago, or does it still hold some truth today. While I count many of the tales up to mythology, the Tower of Babel most exclusively, the point of these tales is not lost on me.

Regard the word you worship with fear And cower before the congregation By all testaments, the end is near Except the constitution
I mention the Tower of Babel earlier, which is a tale so out of touch with common sense that it makes me look with criticism upon the rest of the bible. After Noah landed his ark, everyone spoke the same language of course. So a king ordered a temple that would reach into the clouds, which is where god lives, we all know that. Anyway, he gets close enough to chuck rocks into the clouds, and god doesn't like being pelted, so he makes everyone on the tower speak a different language, and that's why we speak different languages today. The problem is, how did blacks Asians and Indians get here? You can check the bible, the answer is not there.

I am not a man, I am king of kings They call me god, I know who you are I can do many things But I can't program this damn VCR
All that being said, god tends to ruins man's chances at arrogance. The greatest example in modern times is also one of history's greatest examples of irony. This is Titanic. They said god couldn't sink it, so the first thing he did was sink it. It does have similarities to the Tower of Babel, but we now know that the Earth is round, is not the center of the universe, is not the center of the solar system, and is billions of years old. We also know that god is not in the clouds, and hell is not beneath the Earth. All these bits of common knowledge are in direct conflict with the bible, so what conclusion can be made then that the bible was directed toward the knowledge of two thousands years ago. If they are wrong about when the Earth was born, let's hope they were wrong about when it is to die.

Earth as hot as fire, Water hotter still The sun will turn on us when it does retire And it's children it will kill
By Billy McAleese










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