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I'd Shoot Toby Twice (Crève mon Tabarnak!)

La liste des gens que je hais s’étend pas vraiment loin, Mais ton nom, tu le sais, Se lit en plusieurs points. J’voudrais t'voir crever, te vider de ton sang, Bouffé par l’irrespect qui te rattrape avec le temps. Je l’aimais, tu m'l’as volé. La culpabilité devrait t'ronger, mais j’vais devoir m’en occuper; Détruire ce qui s’cache derrière ta fierté. J’vais découdre tout ce qui s’attache à toi; Brûler ce qui t’es essentiel. J’vais dissoudre ce qui reste de toi; Te faire manger tes intestins sans sel. Ç’texte là est peut-être pas une menace, J’fais juste vomir la marde que tu m’fais avaler. J’vais t’en mettre crissement partout, de ta face jusqu’à tes souliers. Tu vas crever. CRÈVE MON TABARNAK!

Written by Wistip0uF             for Dianna Vanerra

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…to Buy a Lawnmower

I never thought I’d end up here, Downtown with the odds and ends of society. I had a passion, and harmony, but somehow all of that failed. My knowledge of the world’s mistakes, hasn’t made me a better man. I’m trapped here, outside, receiving harsh glances for my style. Make up this tragedy you could not. Alive, lifeless, I’d wish to go home. I’d wish to go home, but there’s no household to go back to. No, I’ve got no house now to go back to…

Sitting on cold pavement, raising my hand, begging for money and help. Sitting on cold pavement, raising my head, asking for a chance.

Invent this apathy you could not. Aware, careless, you just go on. You just go on, While I’m starving for days and freezing blue. Yeah, I’m starving to death and freezing, too. Sitting on cold pavement, raising my hand, begging for money and help. Sitting on cold pavement, raising my head, asking for a chance.

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EKOʊ, Level 1 - The Elixir

Sleeping at the bed of the Lake, the solution sank in the veil of darkness. Its tale vanished into a silent myth, but now the word is out; the echo is endless.

Brewed as ale, the recipe failed, but the contrast was seamless. Brewing his ale, a man sipped a tear, as the pounding of his heart became infinite.

Sampling a drop of his own stout, the Brewer drank what made him limitless. His youth, victor over his advanced age, and time… a companion it became.

The Elixir: From the Brewer’s hands, to eternity’s end.

Sitting between freezing currents, the Elixir glows as its name is mouthed. Thy Bard’s chants intone in the kingdom, and armies raise up their flags. Blood will be shed!

For one person’s destined to greater things, to him, then, death will never be a fiend.

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Dianna Vanerra's Reading Glasses

(Part One - The Frame) We’re caught between the flaws of laws we built to taste life with too thin straws. Like the link we tied with tape between the infectious system we fed of fame, and us, ourselves, who vaguely vanished centuries ago, under a villain evolution.

Futile were the promises.

But now the enemy taught us the Tic of their clocks; Thoughtlessly, manuals and manuscripts were their plea.

Believe me, It’ll be without tyranny or treachery that I’ll take down the infamy that casts the moon away. We need a true sight of life, freedom, and dying days.

Peek at the sky to realize, where the lights come from. Read between the lines.

High tension comes from prostitution. Under moonlight we can see the stars.

*And this is us telling you to get yourself a cup of coffee, put your glasses on, and sit tight… And open your fucking mind!*

Reality’s a dream. Your confidence is hope. My ears can barely see into the Universe’s wide open scars you left behind you. (Part Two - The Lenses) At this time, right now, We should feel like it is the end of the world. And at this moment, just here, that we’re about to live, we should make this look like we’ve always wanted. Our brains should explode, And color the occupied frame we rest in. We could finally see bright tones, and clear light… A path free. Damn I know I’m just talking shit about love, maids, peace, and AIDS-free sex, But come on, You followed me there for short. You’re as pissed off as me of this ignored empire we’re in. So at this minute, that we’ve already started, We should make it look like... It’s the end of an era! This is the end of an era. We are the end of an era.

Written by Wistip0uF         for Dianna Vanerra

15/12/13 - Longueuil,Qc

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