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Troubled times   Drawing near  
OCD ME: Did I lock the door? ME: I’m sure I did. OCD ME: What if I didn’t? Someone could walk right in, while I was sleeping. Did I lock the door? ME: I normally do.
Summer night, window open. Sleeping. Sound! Something climbing through open window. Move! Can’t move. Run! Can’t move. Finally bolting. Through doorway, into kitchen.
I want to die, I'm scared of death, So sometimes I just hold my breath. I close my eyes and count to ten, I pussy out and breath again.
Do you know that feeling? That terrible, awful feeling when you wake up and Panic because you have no clue where you are? Do you know what it’s like to wake up like that everyday for 10 days straight? White walls.
What is this cloud that hangs over my head? It follows me like some form of dread,  Waiting, watching, readying the strike.  I fear the moment it drops its impaling spike.   
Slip, over moss and leaves, Over the land that breathes, I am the Serpent,
Twenty one point three. Twenty one point three million. Twenty one point three million refugees Half of which aren’t even eighteen, Forced from home simply because,
Remember, Remember how America was great although there was terror Remember the Roosevelts and Honest Abe, what they contributed and oh, how they were aware
i look around this crowded place  my heart beats a little faster  who's face will be the last i see the end of this final chapter  than i see the black dead tree  i stop thinking there is no after
Mother you promised me With pinkies and wallahi’s and everything in between You promised we would be free   Every day I wake up wanting to flee With soundtracks of bombs and screams foreseen
The crunch of your boots sends my sister quaking in fear. I hate you, But I am grateful you drained her of tears. Water is precious.  
I was bitten by a Werewolf and now I'm undead.I was a mortal man but now I'm immortal instead.I'm responsible for many deaths because I'm a Wolfman.
She peaks like swell in the ocean and crashes into the sand dunes. She soars with the pelicans and falls with rain. She is the orange sunset glimmering across the river, only to disappear over the west when looked upon.
A Voice, Barely a whisper, But load enough to be heard.   A light, Barely a flicker, But bright enough to be seen.   A shimmer of hope, A flicker of joy, A glimmer of love.
"There is a beast inside That controls my heart My soul is slowly dying And I need to stop the hurt This beast contols my mind Never is there peace or rest Can I get free in time?
I'm scared Scared of what's to come Scared of what has happened Scared of what is happening Scared of what could happen
Where are you going Syrian woman?Panicked in a fleeDanger and destruction awaitYou’re yearning to be free
  We rattle for our loyalties See them transcend  Race, tribe and class To the un-questionable faith For peace to the world Comes from our poison strike As divine terror for all mankind,  
This airplane is on fire and it's going down.Soon everybody on board will no longer be around.I'm really scared because of the trouble that I'm in.I'm praying and I'm begging God to forgive my sins.
Dear villainPeace be unto your restless soulFilled with terror and insanityWhich does't care to knowWhat it sows to shake-up realityWhy lurk do you behind the veilFrom which you throw
I'd seize to think;
I often dream of myself floating from space, looking down upon the planet and watching its peacefulness.  And from up above, if my voice could somehow reach every human being, I would say, "Stop trying to dominate nature."  
Pain.It strikes quicklyalmost unnoticedalmost unfelt.It settles in stages-A fear, a sadness,you shiver, you shakeyou feel the heart quakecrumblethe feeling sinks in
"thank you for flying!" seatbelt latches snap open briefcases are hoisted into the air a ruddy-cheeked boy's hand is yanked into the aisle all at once containment is impossible
We flew over glistening mountain snow inside of a lost warWar with ourselvesWar with our mindsIn a worldWith a night skyAs black as coal
Late lonely nights I wander aimlessly in the thick, suffocating darkness that dances in envy around the glistening liquid moonlight
Clockwork heart. Wind it up and off it goes. Don't get too close, or it might explode. Dormant, it lies, therefore unscathed. It one was new, pure, whole, expectant.
Im surrounded by familiar faces, The choice has been made I will meet my demise, Torture is realized, life flashing before my eyes, I place the gun to my head as I begin to die.  
Two birds of fire, one bus of flame, While two detectives play the blame game, As if to give to the Gods, they took away, Hundreds of lives gone in disarray, Though we must stick to standards,
  The shade conceals the woods.  The night fly buzzes gently on a midnight breeze.   Through the dark, misanthropic wilderness, it carries Him. 
  Pen to paper Fingers to keys Words spitting from these blistered lips Words that bare my soul I hide myself behind smiles and laughter So you don't see my pain, feel my terror
Pen to paper Fingers to keys Words spitting from these blistered lips Words that bare my soul I hide myself behind smiles and laughter So you don't see my pain, feel my terror
To my mother To my father To my sister To my brother To my friend To my lover I ask you please beseech you even- Do not. I beg of you on bended knee Do not.
Darting blue eyes scoping out the café. Sweating fingers tracing anxious temples as you search for a new prey.
In your dreams of fitful sleep, You wonder which direction to keep. You hear a noise from down below, a door opens wide, the wind begins to blow. Inside they come, as they do every night -
You
Tell me, have you ever had to lie? Have you ever had to cry? Have you ever fought for approval of your peers? Have you ever tried to fight your fears? If you have, it’s okay. I will catch your tears.
The young boy who wants to be a doctor Sits alone in his room imagining. Just imagining.
Money, the universal language for happiness, Money, the international reason for terror, Money, the medium that's lacked in those who need it, and in abundance for those who know no true will,
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