Sophie Allyah

When the mind is in wonder of chaos
The creation becomes pure insanity
Acquiring the gift of beauty in throes
In a decent dark artistic integrity
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A-lways in a self
D-estructive state because of
D-oing what you love most
I-t's like reaching heaven but
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One, two, three
Better run and hide
In the basement or behind the tree
Four, five, six
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They tried to kill this shape-shifter for years
But it seemed they can't figure this creature
It gave this peaceful town unending fears
Unknown to all this could be my teacher
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She is a noblewoman from a noble family
Owned a land in the kingdom of Hungary
Behind her beauty that no one can deny
Is the caused of the huge public outcry
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I'm here, still waiting for you to come.
You're three hundred sixty five days
each year; that is eight thousand
seven hundred sixty
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V-oted as the best
A-nd I say he is, from
N-orth to south; east to west
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A victim in wolf's lair
The mob doesn't seem to care
They just turned their heads and pray
Makes the victim more an easy prey
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An unspoken with mistreatment
Abused in time without any appreciation
Antiquated, outmoded, dé​mo​dé.
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I was once in love with a girl
Carved her name in a burl
She has twinkles in her eyes
That could mesmerize
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Just finished sounding
Now my new job is to deliver something
While walking towards my destination
Because of the strong wind
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At sea and shore I dreamed of
Nothing but madness in pure
I used to be proud and gay
Used to utter their names
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His name is King suitable to his features
Taught to be friendly by his keepers
Always a playful he is
Making his way to showbiz
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At midnight hour police began shooting
In the vicinity of holy church
Eight homeless people killed before scooting
Including six minors the ground engorge
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There was once a big, giant gorilla
Who envy this monster Godzilla
Said 'I am the king,
He can't win in the ring,
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There was this Godzilla who punches an ape
Said 'I am the king and you can't escape! '
Smashed and trod to the ground
Spun like a merry-go-round
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stranded in a small secluded area
with only a cell phone to hold
the sky is pouring heavy
nothing special here to be told
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We're standing for a long time, waiting
Misfits in front were resting on the grass
The wasted stayed on dreaming
I kept on wonder if the tarry would last
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