Here's a stotry for you folks... I would appreciate some comments, for they would really help.. 01: The Letter The violent whispers make this night quiver in fear The ages wonder about the choices that we made in the right of mind Flowers bloom to shed the tears that the ink couldn't in this letter The gods made absent by the scarlet of the dimming light To take the place: the mechanic, the prophet, and the sharpshooter Should they be buried right before or right after we say to them goodnight? If we should follow this last command then why were they born? Take your own! Sacrifice! Take quickly the three lives Kept alive to be the cure of the disease that plagues Ursula Take quickly the three lives We'll be better off with their doom The guns we hid in the cupboard above their heads Locked in the secret solitude to hide what we didn't want to use A messenger of the Crown of the dark plague us during this to look towards their beds Is the truth among those who didn't have anything to feel abuse We are just the dealers of the most sincere and deadly conversations The demons knock on the door every night, begging for the right to get through The emotions left on the doorstep crying out for the mother and father to do what's right Should they be buried right before or right after we say to them goodnight? If we should follow this last command then why were they born? Take your own! Sacrifice! Take quickly the three lives Kept alive to be the cure of the disease that plagues Ursula Take quickly the three lives We'll be better off with their doom The crows wait to pick the eyes of those who don't demand the sacrifice For the plague will never touch the skies The citizens wait on, just to see the death to pick the cure from their bodies To cut their throats and boil their blood, to keep alive, they'll drink it up Wait... I love them too... Dear Zander, Forgo, and Justine: I write this letter in my head to kill you all as you sleep in bed Dear Husband: Load. Ready. Aim. Through their lives we aren't the same even though this is my right But it doesn't make their destruction any more right. The messenger masked coroner rides the preparing moonlight like a ghost who has never seen the grave. So why don't you take your own instead of asking this of me? For the protection for even those who didn't believe... So take your own sacrifice! Take these bullets meant for ours! Kept alive to be the cure of the disease that plagues Ursula Take these bullets meant for ours! Die now messenger! Die now messenger... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 02: Relative Murderer I: The First Casualties The streets can't hide the body count of the knife that's slicing in Can you this stream of blood? The killer stalks the waiting prey to make the family inanimate Did you say farewell...to all...who fall The truth will come hand in hand to awareness of their fate Did you say that you will fight? In the parent's last stand The house burned down to the eyes of the children who love their parents This hired hand took away The lives that they held so precious in their hungry arms can you say farewell? The gunshots rang And the angels sang The tunes that were not remedies The sky is black heavy like lead it pierces the hearts of those who are not dead So children, follow the rising red sun to your new home The hungry wolf now seeks the sheep to seek the end again Having murder on heart The fog lifts up to cure the blind and for the children to find safety Sleep in the under city Did you say farewell...to all...who fall A bloody shirt is wiped in ash to camouflage in the air How will he have us fair? Drink the poison of the water don't get sick but wish that it were pure It won't hurt like his smile In the parent's last stand The house burned down to the eyes of the children who love their parents This hired hand took away The lives that they held so precious in their hungry arms can you say farewell? The gunshots rang And the angels sang The tunes that were not remedies The sky is black heavy like lead it pierces the hearts of those who are not dead So children, follow the rising red sun to your new home Send letter the fate of the lovers Children still alive, it's not over... In the parent's last stand The house burned down to the eyes of the children who love their parents This hired hand took away The lives that they held so precious in their hungry arms can you say farewell? The gunshots rang And the angels sang The tunes that were not remedies The sky is black heavy like lead it pierces the hearts of those who are not dead So children, follow the rising red sun to your new home