don't worry, i don't actually want your money, that was just a little satire of mine. good, wasn't it?
this page used to be a secret page, but now it isn't. this website now has only one secret page. well, there are a lot of secret links to other peoples pages, but only one of them goes to the secret page that i made. so go on, go look for it. it's not hard to find. Well, yeah, it must be since no one's found it yet.
I stood on the dock, watching the storm come.
I blew on the coals, and made the fire hum.
Clouds were getting darker, and always closer.
I added leaves and made the fire bigger.
When the rain fell, I fought blind.
I had control, inside my mind.
For I could make fire while it rained.
And my ignorance was always sustained.
I built my fire high, beating the storm.
And false control was still being born.
But in my conscious, that quiet voice.
Everything was compacted into one little choice.
I had no power, I had no control.
I was soaked to the bone, in the rain as a fool.
But I rejoiced.
Because I could build fire in the rain, regardless of what it meant.
these hostile money grabbers
enveloped in their own greed
walk with a steader swagger
such parasites need to feed
society feeds on
what you feed on
while you breathe in
leeched oxygen
spiraling down down forever
never knowing whether
the end is near or beginning here
don't you ever wonder if
tommorow is the last riff
in your life-long song
i stepped lightly through the streets
my heart beats the rain pours
every breath is harder than the last
every step is smaller than the next
from the alley the dark figure steps
he wants what funds i cannot give
he negotiates with no words
but with a silver revolver
that acted for the situation a dissolver
he replied with a bullet in my limb
a bit of steel is all it takes
i lay on the ground for a little while
i was warm
i die in the moonlight
