Jonathan Kjaer

Knives and blades all the same
One slash, two slashes, three slashes your all up in flames
Eager to hunt, eager to kill
One push into the rain, I start to become ill
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Death, always lurking around the corner
Some people want it...some don't
Murderers, rapists making them selves known
Some live...some die
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The night so dark
And with these cuts mark
I won't last long
Laying in the alley way so long
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Your words pierce my heart
You've done your part
I now stay inside
Waiting until are lives collide
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Green everywhere and as far as the eye could see
Green plants, green leaves
A small river, with a boulder or two
And the sky so beautiful with blue
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Sweet and nice
Can be like knives
But not your personality
for it is like a butterfly
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The sky so pure and blue
Makes my life feel renewed
For those moments of the day
In the elegant green trees I lay
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Flowers
Many differnt colours
Pick them, Smell them
Such Beautiful smells and looks
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The grass shining green and bright
It gives the world a brand new light
Butterflys flying through the weeds
Fullfilling their little needs
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