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jon groff Poems
Suicide I hate all of you i want to die i hate everything
The feds are always after me when i dream, when i wake there is no escape between every breath i take i feel them creep up
The Fifth Dimension
Enter the fifth dimension but be cautious the toll it may take on your mind and soul can be extreme if you are not experienced it could render you paralyzed
A Man By The Name Of Evander
i met a man by the name of evander he wore a hat made of tinsel he had a rather strange hobby when the city goes to sleep
As High As A Kite In December
I'm as high as a kite in december i fly higher than the naked eye can see if only i didn't have to fall in my minds eye i am always as high as a kite
The Song Song
Well one day I was taking a walk down the street, When suddenly I realized there was nothing beneath my feet So I decided I'd very calmly try to be discreet When all of a sudden I heard the most euphoric drum beat
The Song Remains Similar
well let me take you into the heart of my true desire, I'll show you what I have been attempting to acquire. I've been traveling both inner and outer space, a liquid voyage through the cosmos on the wings of grace.
The Garden of The Divine
I've been trampling through the garden of the divine, and now I can see that their suffering is truly mine. The reason the world has been trampling on my soul, never trying to replace the innocence that they stole.
The Arrival Of Jon's Ghost
Jon's ghost waltzes into the room, without making a sound. Then suddenly it dawns on me, his feet aren't on the ground. My body starts to shake from the stress, And to childhood I begin to regress.
The red sun is sinking down, and when the new black moon rises the mystical wizard casts his spell, summoning demons from hell. Will you watch the cosmic tide swallow the Earth? Will you wallow in its ashes waiting for a rebirth?
I sit upon my throne of lies I prevent you from seeing the world through clear eyes. I exist not within myself, But in the soul of the seas,
The cosmic prophecy has been fulfilled, A fragmented world unable to rebuild. universal flame has been extinguished, now you find your soul has diminished.
Come on look deep inside, What do you see? Is this the way things were meant to be? Its time to set your heart on fire, Listen to your true desire; you control your own destiny.
A State of Perpetual Overdose
Trapped in a state of perpetual overdose, My outlook has become overly morose. I never really wore my heart on my sleeve, But maybe if I bear my soul you'll believe.
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I hate all of you
i want to die
i hate everything
die, die, die
suicide has a grip on me