Erin Bryce

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My only friend is anonymity,
Her elusiveness keeps me going,
I hide behind a mask of words,
My true face? Never showing.

Who'd have thought the day would come?
Every man's worst fear come to life
The light at the end, this life is done
The supposed end to all our strife


His unforgiving egotism was naught but a normal man's dreams
Fool, I'd have shot him though the heart if I'd had the chance
From my past I've grown deaf to those screams
I sent that ingrate to join Death in a final dance

Doctor of man I am nothing in compare to either of their merit
Between gentlemen, despicable and more despicable are not worth the pains of a distinction
A man here lost his life and I sat by idly, I sorrowfully swear it
The ludicrousness of such an honor defense will be here admitted without discretion

Dear deceased Alexander has reached the end of the game
The bullet of anger and spite and maliciousness
‘Tis a nauseating pity that I was forced to bear witness
This world the future of this country will never be the same

On seven-eleven in eighteen-o-four
Truly his was an odd destiny
My dear brother Hamilton did knock on Death’s door
And did he ask the opinion of another? No, not of me


There is no God without the Devil,
There is not one without the other.
With no acceptance one gains no level.
There is no child without a mother.


B-Bmp B-Bmp

I can hear my own heart beating
In my last and final few

Erin Bryce Biography

Oh how much there is to know but what it is we do that our feeble human minds can comprehend is simply pathetic. I will not run you through this in the traditional, flavorless fashion. I was born, I grew up, nothing happened in my life and I've come to terms with that and so should you.)

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The World As It Really Is

My only friend is anonymity,
Her elusiveness keeps me going,
I hide behind a mask of words,
My true face? Never showing.

Stalking, some people call it,
But they simply do not know,
My work helps me and all the world
When my victims true colors I show.

My words paint them a picture,
Of terror and doubt and pain,
And they fall upon their knees to beg
I keep their secrets and keep them sane.

Blackmail, some would call it,
And to this? I have to say,
My 'job' is not that to steal,
Just push in the right way.

My role is simply to punish,
This bribery gives light to sin,
And through this monetary atonement?
Salvation lies within.

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