Or do they really roam the dark forests and swim through the murkey waters, living their secretive existaces, not caring whether we believe in them or not?

These stories come from our pasts and will extend in some form or another far into our futures. To know them is to realize that there is more to our land than the thin stuff we find in newspapers and on TV.

Saved beyond our cutting, the wind will carry me home to the witch in the waves

The world only exists as long as you do.
Before you lived was there ever a world?
When you die, will there be?...

When i cower in the corner,
my tears stinging my freash bruises, i smile because im going to make something of my life,
i laugh at how pathetic he is,
and then the tears are gone.

The devil will someday conquer the world just like it conquered my innocent soul

Life is real...
Its cold...
Cant you feel it?

I know a day will come....I will never see you agian....good bye..

As the rain falls
I move on
looking for a way
a way out of the maze

...So tell me the perfect lie...

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...Keep me fooled till the day I die...