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SOLIDUS REPRISE

From the grave.
From the pit.
From the inner abyss.


Buried alive on a September day.
Didn’t die, sensed change of my DNA.
The experience of some excruciating pain.
As I opened my eyes, with all my “Why’s” I stared ME in the eyes..


Flying high.
Flying low.
Flying into the unknown.


It is as if my body is younger than I feel.
Becoming a song of your hero's in rock & roll.
Oh hell, the inspiration, the energy, the sound is my restorer.
No religion!! My Spirit will not be won for theirs, I will die with my honor.


I am Solidus
I tell you the truth.
I can feel my spirit growing.
Future roads are renewing.
Dinosaur with Colors of Fire,
the not viable evolving: A Black Crow Crier.


For all the things I attach value to in my life,
there seem to be enemies on the lurk.
Wanting to damage me, as if I am a threat to each and everybody.
All they do is fill in, how I might be, without ever converse with me.


So sick of their mindless worm behavior.
Master of my life is “ME” the one and only savior.
The ones that come too close,
I will eradicate in my Hold of Solidus. ( Sound of Volcano Bursting )


I am Solidus
Typing on my keyboard.
Perpetual seas of words, tidal waves on and on. (and on)
I know who I am, inner augmentation: the final denouement.
The spotlight is on my very own throne, I am “The Sign”.
And I am not part of the system , The System is MINE!!!


Do not fill in the thoughts of other people around you.
Observe and listen how it’s really meant.
Don't always think in conspiracy theories against you.
But the words…
“ You are my success. ”


Comrade, perhaps it is all your fault.
Old misguiding words are locked into a vault.
I am so glad, you gave me The Symbol that “progressed” me. ( Alerting Sound )
With a Pentagram around the neck now, for no supernatural entity I will ever bow.
A Timeline, A Key of Life, My Spirit is Free.


I am Solidus
I tell you the truth.
I can feel my spirit growing.
Future roads are renewing.
Dinosaur with Colors of Fire,
the not viable evolving: A Black Crow Crier.


Comrade, we both wear our symbols with great pride.
Like many, many others we never sail with the rising tide.
We toil against the violent stream of storming water.
But if we ignore our inner voice... all we get is horror. (Crashing Waves of Water )
A Timeline, You think you know me.... You do!!


Do your own thing in life, make career, build your own future.
All comes naturally.
I will make time for you, I am listening to you.
But the words…
“ I can feel your positivity in here. ”


I am Solidus
Typing on my keyboard.
Perpetual seas of words, tidal waves on and on. (and on)
I know who I am, inner augmentation: the final denouement.
The spotlight is on my very own throne, and I am “The Sign”.
KRAA!! I am not part of the system , The System is MINE!!!


Thanking Me and all of You.
My success now is only a debut.
All of their so called truths, I shall outfox. ( Spiritual Cries )
No today’s box, mine is still a nameless box.
I created space, positive oxygen I can breathe.


I am Solidus
I tell you the truth.
I can feel my spirit growing.
Future roads are renewing.
Dinosaur with Colors of Fire,
the not viable evolving: A Black Crow Crier.



“ S.T.S.T.S.T “
My Spirit is finally free.
Flying with its Wings of Immortality.
My words already flown into The Unknown.


Ingezonden door: SOLIDUS - Datum: 07-08-2011 om 21:01:25

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