Round the world and home again
That's the sailor's way
Faster faster, faster faster

There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing

Is it raining, is it snowing
Is a hurricane a-blowing

Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a-glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing

Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing
Unknown "Love Metal" Neglected - 16 years, 8 months, 11 days ago

Title: Formulate the Void
Emptiness is watching a dying spider walk a spiraling path of uncertainty motivated by instinctively wanting an escape from linear thoughts of fear and uncertain reasons for existence based on chaotic malformed shapes silhouetted against moonlit discarded mechanized parts gilded with false worth and tragedy. Then Satan messed his drawers without cause or result and why you ask did the albino rabbit run for cover and hide in the escape pod? It's simple. The title stays but everything changes the rest merging backwards toward a dimension that only moves in fifths yet has a mathematical signature too abstract to comprehend through the spillage of sour marrow teeming from the dismembered twitching legs playing a sonata of death for the man absent of hearing. Transgress an end...

by Me :D
Unknown "Love Metal" Neglected - 16 years, 9 months, 4 days ago

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe
Unknown "Love Metal" Neglected - 16 years, 9 months, 12 days ago