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Post by LadySaturn » Sat Sep 07, 2002 3:28 pm

<center>Archive for Saturnite wit and wisdom</center>

<a name="#index">Index</a>
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Part One


<a href="#001">Female Prophet</a>
<a href="#002">Downfall</a>
<a href="#003">Martyr</a>
<a href="#004">After War Scars</a>
<a href="#005">Preston</a>
<a href="#006">Fake</a>
<a href="#007">Never Was</a>
<a href="#008">Tornado</a>
<a href="#009">Anyway</a>
<a href="#010">The Fire of Saturn</a>
<a href="#011">Mankind's Doing</a>
<a href="#012">Legal Advice (from your angelic attorney)</a>
<a href="#013">God's Greatest Soldier</a>
<a href="#014">Past</a>
<a href="#015">Shekin</a>
<a href="#016">Adultery</a>
<a href="#017">Past 2
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Part Two


<a href="#eighteen"> Let Them </a>
<a href="#nineteen"> Priestess </a>
<a href="#twenty"> Chunky Monkey Part Two </a>
<a href="#twenty one"> War Between the Sexes </a>
<a href="#twenty two"> A Woman's Rage </a>
<a href="#twenty three"> Href </a>
<a href="#twenty four"> A Vampire Affair 2 (Female Version )</a>
<a href="#twenty five"> Star Cross </a>
<a href="#twenty six"> Religious War </a>
<a href="#twenty seven"> Role Model </a>
<a href="#twenty eight"> Crashing Down </a>
<a href="#twenty nine"> Jezebel </a>
<a href="#thirty"> God and Lucifer </a>
<a href="#thirty one"> Father</a>
<a href="#thirty two"> Goddess </a>
<a href="#thirty three"> "Evil Side" </a>
<a href="#thirty four"> "Revelations" </a>
<a href="#thirty five"> "Lady Saturn 3" </a>
<a href="#thirty six"> "Lady Saturn: The Woman" </a>
<a href="#thirty seven"> "Sin" </a>
<a href="#thirty eight"> "An American's View" </a>


Part Three


<a href="#thirty nine"> ODE TO THE EX (PART TWO) </a>
<a href="#forty"> "AN ODE TO MY EX-BOYFRIEND" </a>
<a href="#forty one"> “IT DIDN’T MATTER” </a>
<a href="#forty two"> “BATTLEFIELD TERRORS” </a>
<a href="#forty three"> "BUBBLES" </a>
<a href="#forty four"> "MELODRAMATIC" </a>
<a href="#forty five"> “AMAZON” </a>
<a href="#forty six"> "BROKEN DOWN" </a>
<a href="#forty seven"> “ARTIFICIAL EGOS” </a>
<a href="#forty eight"> “SISTER” </a>
<a href="#forty nine">“JOAN OF ARC: 2,002” </a>
<a href="#fifty"> WINTER SNOW </a>
<a href="#fifty one"> KING JUPITER </a>
<a href="#fifty two"> “SOME OF US” </a>
<a href="#fifty three"> “A LETTER TO MICHAEL” </a>
<a href="#fifty four"> “BURN” </a>
<a href="#fifty five"> CHUNKY MONKEY </a>
<a href="#fifty six"> Monkey Pants </a>
<a href="#fifty seven"> “ANASTASIA” </a>
<a href="#fifty eight"> “NOWHERE” </a>
<a href="#fifty nine"> SHOULD OF KNOWN </a>
<a href="#sixty"> LADY SATURN </a>
<a href="#sixty one"> "Wonder" </a>
<a href="#sixty two"> LAST OF THE SAINTS </a>
<a href="#sixty three"> "Dreamt" </a>
<a href="#sixty four"> "Damnation" </a>


Part Four


<a href="#sixty five"> King Jupiter, part 2 </a>
<a href="#sixty six"> Sweet Siena </a>
<a href="#sixty seven"> "My Life" </a>


Part Five


<a href="#sixty eight"> "My Letter To The President" </a>
<a href="#sixty nine"> "Stand Off" </a>
<a href="#seventy"> Me and Jesus </a>
<a href="#seventy one"> "Fall" </a>
<a href="#seventy two"> "Arguing with Saturn" </a>
<a href="#seventy three"> Suppposed Me </a>
<a href="#seventy four"> "My Letter To The President 2" </a>
<a href="#seventy five"> "Our Destruction" </a>
<a href="#seventy six"> Another Story </a>
<a href="#seventy seven"> Hide </a>


Part Six


<a href="#seventy eight"> "My Letter To The Music World" </a>
<a href="#seventy nine"> Birthday </a>
<a href="#eighty"> "Created" </a>
<a href="#eighty one"> "Feral" </a>
<a href="#eighty two"> "Calling" </a>
<a href="#eighty three"> "24" </a>
<a href="#eighty four"> Phone Message </a>
<a href="#eighty five"> "One's Mind" </a>
<a href="#eighty six"> "My Letter to the Sniper" </a>
<a href="#eighty seven"> "My Letter to the Music World Part Two" </a>
<a href="#eighty eight"> "The Truth" </a>
<a href="#eighty nine"> "My Letter to the President Part 3" </a>
<a href="#ninety"> "My Letter to the President, Bin Laden, Terrorists in General" </a>


Part Seven


<a href="#ninety one"> "Angel Blood" </a>
<a href="#ninety two"> "Brought This Far" </a>
<a href="#ninety three"> "Late" </a>
<a href="#ninety four"> "Daughter of Jesus" </a>
<a href="#ninety five"> "Lady Of Angels" </a>
<a href="#ninety six"> "Michael's Little Sister" </a>
<a href="#ninety seven"> "The Damage is Done" </a>
<a href="#ninety eight"> MY LETTER TO THE SNIPER PART 3 </a>
<a href="#ninety nine"> "King Mercury" </a>
<a href="#one hundred"> "News" </a>
<a href="#one hundred one"> "My World" </a>
<a href="#one hundred two"> "Common Fear" </a>
<a href="#one hundred three"> "Dante" </a>
<a href="#one hundred four"> "BreakDown" </a>
<a href="#one hundred five"> "My Angel" </a>
<a href="#one hundred six"> "Caught" </a>
<a href="#one hundred seven"> "Two Sides Of Hell" </a>
<a href="#one hundred eight"> "Eternal War" </a>
<a href="#one hundred nine"> "Problems" </a>
<a href="#one hundred ten"> "The Lady" </a>
<a href="#one hundred eleven"> "Controversy" </a>
<a href="#one hundred twelve"> "A Peace of My Mind" </a>
<a href="#one hundred thirteen"> "The Birth Of Saturn" </a>
<a href="#one hundred fourteen"> "False Prophet" </a>


Part Eight


<a href="#one hundred fifteen"> "Dedicated to a Liar" </a>
<a href="#one hundred sixteen"> "Human Emotions" </a>
<a href="#one hundred seventeen"> AN ODE TO THE OAKLAND RAIDERS </a>
<a href="#one hundred eighteen"> "Mission" </a>
<a href="#one hundred nineteen"> "Soldier Of God" </a>
<a href="#one hundred twenty"> "Ordinary Woman" </a>
<a href="#one hundred twenty one"> "Ode To My Mentor" </a>
<a href="#one hundred twenty two"> "Between Species" </a>
<a href="#one hundred twenty three"> "Joan of Arc: 2003" </a>
<a href="#one hundred twenty four"> "A Little Advice" </a>
<a href="#one hundred twenty five"> "The Death Of Lady Saturn" </a>
<a href="#one hundred twenty six"> "Gesu" </a>
<a href="#one hundred twenty seven"> "God's Daughter" </a>
<a href="#one hundred twenty eight"> "Vigilia (Eve)" </a>
<a href="#one hundred twenty nine"> "A Dedication to all the Good Men" </a>
<a href="#one hundred thirty"> "Celise" </a>
<a href="#one hundred thirty one"> "My Peace" </a>
<a href="#one hundred thirty two"> "Celebrity" </a>
<a href="#one hundred thirty three"> "God's Little Wrath" </a>
<a href="#one hundred thirty four"> "Thoughts" </a>
<a href="#one hundred thirty five"> A Letter to King Jupiter </a>


Part Nine


<a href="#one hundred thirty six"> "P.M.S" </a>
<a href="#one hundred thirty seven"> THE OTHERS </a>
<a href="#one hundred thirty eight"> A SOLDIER'S VIEW </a>
<a href="#one hundred thirty nine"> SATURN: A WOMAN'S FURY </a>
<a href="#one hundred forty"> "DIED TODAY" </a>
<a href="#one hundred forty one"> FROM SATURN </a>
<a href="#one hundred forty two"> NO PEACE ON SATURN </a>
<a href="#one hundred forty three"> MARTYR SOLDIERS </a>
<a href="#one hundred forty four"> THE KIN </a>
<a href="#one hundred forty five"> PAST 4 </a>
<a href="#one hundred forty six"> PAST 5 </a>
<a href="#one hundred forty seven"> COMMANDMENTS </a>
<a href="#one hundred forty eight"> "CROSS" </a>
<a href="#one hundred forty nine"> "LADY SATURN: LISTEN UP" </a>
<a href="#one hundred fifty"> "OUR NATURE" </a>
<a href="#one hundred fifty one"> "The Rebirth of the Amazon" </a>
<a href="#one hundred fifty two"> "Mankind's Fault" </a>


Part Ten


<a href="#one hundred fifty three"> "Last Call" </a>
<a href="#one hundred fifty four"> "Ariel's Story" </a>
<a href="#one hundred fifty five"> HITMAN FOR GOD </a>
<a href="#one hundred fifty six"> DIFFERENT </a>
<a href="#one hundred fifty seven"> NOW AND THEN </a>
<a href="#one hundred fifty eight"> UNSPOKEN WORDS </a>
<a href="#one hundred fifty nine"> THE UN-HREFD SAINT </a>
<a href="#one hundred sixty"> AZRAEL </a>
<a href="#one hundred sixty one"> PAST 3 </a>
<a href="#one hundred sixty two"> ODE TO THE OLD KING OF SATURN </a>
<a href="#one hundred sixty three"> SHEKIN </a>
<a href="#one hundred sixty four"> "LIVE" </a>
<a href="#one hundred sixty five"> "HEAVEN AND HELL" </a>
<a href="#one hundred sixty six"> "SACRIFICED" </a>
<a href="#one hundred sixty seven"> "BEFORE" </a>
<a href="#one hundred sixty eight"> "LADY SATURN: HER WORDS" </a>
<a href="#one hundred sixty nine"> "PSYCHE OF THE MIND" </a>
<a href="#one hundred seventy">"SAINT/SINNER" </a>
<a href="#one hundred seventy one"> "A LADY'S RAGE" </a>
<a href="#one hundred seventy two"> "THE MANY RINGS OF SATURN" </a>
<a href="#one hundred seventy three"> "TO MY FRIEND HEATHER" </a>
<a href="#one hundred seventy four"> "LADY SATURN'S WARNING" </a>
<a href="#one hundred seventy five"> "TO KING JUPITER, FROM LADY SATURN" </a>


Part Eleven


<a href="#one hundred seventy six"> "Strong" </a>
<a href="#one hundred seventy seven"> "Sinner" </a>
<a href="#one hundred seventy eight"> "To My Anima" </a>
<a href="#one hundred seventy nine"> "Only on Christmas Day" </a>
<a href="#one hundred eighty"> "THE NEW YEAR" </a>
<a href="#one hundred eighty one"> "SHROUD OF TURIN" </a>
<a href="#one hundred eighty two"> "LADY SATURN: THE RULER" </a>
<a href="#one hundred eighty three"> "SATURN'S WRATH: LOOK OUT RAIDERS" </a>
<a href="#one hundred eighty four"> "OH MY GOD..." </a>
<a href="#one hundred eighty five"> "ONE SAINT TO ANOTHER" </a>
<a href="#one hundred eighty six"> "SUPERIOR" </a>
<a href="#one hundred eighty seven"> "The Abyss" </a>
<a href="#one hundred eighty eight"> "LAST DRINK" </a>
<a href="#one hundred eighty nine"> "HEAVEN'S WAR" </a>
<a href="#one hundred ninety"> "PETTY PROBLEMS" </a>
<a href="#one hundred ninety one"> "A LETTER TO KING JUPITER'S SUPPOSED FANS" </a>
<a href="#one hundred ninety two"> "FIRST" </a>
<a href="#one hundred ninety three"> "WHO DO YOU TURN TO?" </a>
<a href="#one hundred ninety four"> "MYSTERY" </a>


Part Twelve


<a href="#one hundred ninety five"> "Missing" </a>
<a href="#one hundred ninety six"> "THE LIFE OF A MUSE" </a>
<a href="#one hundred ninety seven"> "IT'S TIME TO BURN THE BUSH" </a>
<a href="#one hundred ninety eight"> "EARL" </a>
<a href="#one hundred ninety nine"> "WARNINGS" </a>
<a href="#two hundred"> "INSIDE THE MIND" </a>
<a href="#two hundred one"> "LETTING GO" </a>
<a href="#two hundred two"> "DEAD" </a>
<a href="#two hundred three"> "MORTAL HEART" </a>
<a href="#two hundred four"> "A LETTER TO A MUSE" </a>
<a href="#two hundred five"> "LADY SATURN'S ARMY" </a>
<a href="#two hundred six"> "LADY SATURN: A PIECE OF PAST" </a>
<a href="#two hundred seven"> "TOO CLOSE" </a>
<a href="#two hundred eight"> "CHILDHOOD FRIENDS" </a>
<a href="#two hundred nine"> "MESSAGE FROM SATURN" </a>
<a href="#two hundred ten"> "ANOTHER DAY" </a>
<a href="#two hundred eleven"> "SURVIVE: SOLDIER'S TALE" </a>
<a href="#two hundred twelve"> "BROKEN" </a>
<a href="#two hundred thirteen"> "MYSTERY" </a>

Part Thirteen
<a href="#214">PAST 21</a>
<a href="#215">GOD'S FINALE</a>
<a href="#216">JOAN OF ARC:2,006</a>
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Part One

Post by LadySaturn » Thu Sep 19, 2002 12:12 am

Part One
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<a name="#001">Female Prophet</a>

She dug deep,
inside her mind.
To find answers.
To solve some problems.
But the world,
wouldn't let her stay away for too long.
She had to eventually come up for air.
To the saints,
she was a sinner.
To the sinners,
she was a saint.
Gesu told her,
her time would come.
That many would sing her name in a song.
That many would question her ways.
And many would have doubts.
Little did she know,
she was to be a female prophet.
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<a name="#002">Downfall</a>

You sit there,
looking at me.
Thinking of what I use to be.
I sit here,
looking at you.
Wondering what you could of been.
We fought on different sides.
Each with their own purpose.
Each with their own reason.
And while I saw the light,
you fell in to the dark.
You ran loose with Lucifer,
while I worked for a higher power.
We each thought we were doing the right thing.
We each thought we could do no wrong.
Little did we know,
we'd have to fight one another.
And that would be our greatest downfall.
Friend against friend.
Sister against sister.
It just doesn't seem fair.
But nothing ever really is.
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<a name="#003">Martyr</a>

She ran to the edge of her mind.
Only to confront her deepest fears.
And let the world,
judge her,
for who they think she is.
She'll just keep on building,
that cross on her front lawn.
Someone better get on the phone to Venus.
That girl is drowning in her thoughts again.
To far from heaven.
To far from home.
She can't find her way back,
so she'll be another sacrifice.
Something that will satisfy society's appetite.
And let religion think it's won.
Someone should tell them,
to look to the sky more often.
They'll find their end there.
Maybe even the truth,
of God's wrath.
And their destruction.
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<a name="#004">After War Scars</a>

Like some comic book superhero,
you go off to fight the world.
Leaving me to fend for myself.
Leaving me to freeze in the cold.
You told me,
"Don't worry babe,
I'll be back someday.
And then we can talk of the future."
But it was never meant to be.
You died for all the wrong reasons.
I don't give a damn what anyone says.
The battle was never justified.
Kingdoms were destroyed.
Lives were changed.
But no one really did win.
If anything,
everyone lost something.
History was repeated,
and not for the better.
Things are getting so worse by the minute.
I don't think I can stand it anymore.
Your not here,
and I wish someone would liberate me from this pain.
Or I might just truly go insane.
I guess this is what is known as,
after war scars.
Pretty much,
like your battle wounds.
Except mine,
are on the inside.
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<a name="#005">Preston</a>

Now before any comments are made from the peanut gallery. Yes, I wrote a poem for him. So no damn snickering, please. Or I'll have to shut down all the pubs. I'm serious.


"Preston"
You spoke of sweet dreams,
while at the same time,
you sang of your 40 somethin blues.
And you tend to fight with your muse.
Who seems to always hide in the bathroom.
You wrote of the insolence of nature.
But you have yet to finish your story,
of what happened between you,
and that waitress from Denny's.
And when we think your just being silly-funny,
you surprise us with your alternative energy.
Your different style.
Your other side,
we rarely get to see.
Then again,
you've never tried to grab the lead in this play.
Your way too busy,
flirting with all the woman.
Even from the far ends of outer space,
your willing to talk about Synchronicity,
just as long as it wins over the ladies.
I guess that's the way you are.
A good old southern boy,
with a little bit of charm.
A good old southern boy,
who sweet talks his way out of trouble sometimes.
Except with this Lady.
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<a name="#006">Fake</a>

Written both by yours truly and Shane "Boy Wonder"
Holtz

Another fallen hero.
Another idol burns.
Another role-model sells out.
Life isn't all it seems to be.
You make it.
You live it up.
And when you've reached the top,
you discover that you can only go down from here.
That there's no near exits to get off this ride.
So you might as well sit tight.
Because hollywood is calling your name.
And the media is going to have their fun.
Their looking for a sacrifice.
They have their own witchhunt in mind.
Their going to try everything,
to prove you don't fit in.
That your not what is considered normal.
But what is really normal?
Can anyone tell me,
because everything seems so fake.
It just seems so damn fake.
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<a name="#007">Never Was</a>

Leave the light on.
She needs to find her way home.
Broken-down angel,
with too much on her mind.
Two a.m.,
last call,
before the gates of heaven close.
And all of hell,
breaks loose.
Here we go.
Demons are running through the streets.
It looks as though Angel-girl,
has to go save the day once more.
And as she prepares for the battle,
the Angel of Death can be seen biting her nails.
It looks as though,
it's going to be a close one,
between heaven and hell.
And the world as usual,
is going to be caught in the middle.
There's no happy ending to this tale,
but I guess,
there never was.
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<a name="#008">Tornado</a>

Sirens blaring.
Take shelter,
it's another storm.
One hell of a tornado,
bent on destruction.

We keep denying,
that what we're doing,
is wrong.
Tempers flare,
over the silliest things.
If mankind has yet,
to figure themselves out.
Then how can they truly solve any of the world's problems.
I guess we're all to blame,
for what happened.
We knew it would come,
sooner or later.
We just always thought we had later.
It seemed we had more time.

There's a warning.
Take shelter,
it's another storm.
One hell of a tornado,
bent on destruction.
Bent on destruction...
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<a name="#009">Anyway</a>

I put the barriers up for a reason.
Seems the only way,
to protect myself from the pain.
From going insane.
Drove to the edge,
only to stand there.
Waiting for someone to push me.
Waiting to drown in the water.
Don't bother,
with the life line.
I'm far too gone.
Way in over my head.
I lost my thoughts,
while I fell in love.
Lost myself,
and who I was.
Didn't even talk to God.
At least not for awhile.
At least not today.
Anyway...
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<a name="#010">The Fire of Saturn</a>

The rings of Saturn,
are on fire.
Someone has gotten under her skin.
Caused her to raise a little hell.
Some fool,
has once again stuck their foot in their mouth.
They'd rather start a lie,
then speak the truth.
Lord,
the work of a Lady is never done.
At least she can get a little satisfaction.
When she sees the look on their faces,
as she walks in the room.
Seems they have a problem,
with a woman doing a man's job.
Then again,
this was always a boy's club.
Actually the whole world,
claimed to only be about men.
Hell,
someone should have told them,
God was sending a woman.
To finish what a man did,
the first time around.
He's sending a woman.
Because this time,
He'll know that the job will get done.
And that faith and hope,
will finally be found.
Once again....
The Fire of Saturn.
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<a name="#011">Mankind's Doing</a>

Wake up.
Wake up.
There's a man on the telly,
who says the end of the world is near.
There's a war going on,
but not with our neighbors.
And not with God.
It's happening within ourselves.
Little do we realize,
we'll soon be losing our minds.
Little do we realize,
some of us aren't coming home.
Heaven isn't for everyone.
Or so religion keeps telling us.
Then why is it,
Peter seems to let everyone in.
As the sirens blare,
we take shelter.
Heading underground.
Only to resurface later.
Only to find that our world,
has been turned upside-down.
And don't ever blame yourself.
We all had a part in this,
one way or another.
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<a name="#012">Legal Advice (from your angelic attorney)</a>

So you drift so far,
only to come wandering back.
Funny,
how that cross around your neck,
wasn't quite enough to make you understand.
Then again,
nothing ever really could.
You were a man determined to make a mark.
Well you made it,
but lost contact with God in the process.
And I don't mean to make you upset.
I don't mean to get you mad.
I'm just telling it like it is.
Michael was right.
You could never handle the truth really well.
I guess,
that's just your nature.
That's what makes you.. you.
So tell me,
how did it feel running loose with the Devil.
Watching the fires burn in hell.
Watching all those lost souls.
Making deals to live,
at least one more day.
And please don't ever say,
that you found happiness.
Not when I see the emotional scars
across your face.
I always knew what you were like.
A live by the moment, man.
Never cared if you hurt anyone, man.
Just as long as you got your way, man.
You should of seen the look,
everyone gave you,
when you showed up out of nowhere.
It looked like the dead had risen.
It looked like it was the end of the world,
and you were the main star attraction.
Just don't ask me,
if I can talk to Jesus for you.
Your the one with the problem,
not me.
Besides in this court room,
everyone pleads their own case.
And rarely is anyone ever found not guilty.
Don't get me wrong.
Don't mistake what I'm saying.
He'll forgive and love you,
no matter what.
You just have to take responsibility,
for all you've done.
You have to be countable for your sins,
just like everyone else.
So now it's time to plea your case,
before the judge.
I just hope for once,
you tell the truth.
And stop the lying.
I just hope for once,
you make that decision to save your soul.
Instead of damning it to hell.
I just hope for once,
you find peace.
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<a name="#013">God's Greatest Soldier</a>

I broke down for awhile.
Lost my mind.
Was all star struck,
and somewhat in awe.
Lost myself in the doomsday crowd.
Lost sight of who I really was.
Well, at least for awhile.
But God quickly reminded me,
I had to get my feet back on the ground.
That my mission,
had yet to be fulfilled.
So I put my halo and wings back on.
And played the angel once again.
To a girl,
who has yet to understand.
Kind of ironic,
that the last person anyone would expect,
is God's greatest soldier.
Go ahead,
and laugh.
I still do from time to time.
It still blows my mind.
I still can't believe that out of all the people.
God chose me.
Out of all the people,
I became His soldier.
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<a name="#014">Past</a>

So you search for your past.
Only to find out,
it's running from you.
You did everything you could,
to hide what they did to you.
The only ones who ever really knew,
were you and God.
And that was fine.
You bare your claws,
to those who were determined to get close.
You prefered to be alone.
The last time someone truly understood you,
they met their death by accident.
By your own two hands.
It wasn't your fault.
It was the animal that resides in you.
They made you that way.
And other day,
you'd be a normal man.
But your far from normal,
and your far from being a man.
They messed with your head.
And now you have to find out your past...
in order to understand the rest.
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<a name="#015">Shekin</a>

She keeps on driving.
Hoping her past,
will stop chasing her down.
At least for one night.
It's been days since she last slept.
It's been years since she knew her name.
Goes from town to town,
hoping to find the gates to heaven.
But all she truly finds is hell.
An angel,
who was in the wrong place,
at the wrong time.
And now there's a manhunt.
They want to see her dead,
before people realize who she truly is.
A messenger.
A messenger of God.
The one and only Spirit.
Shekin.
Shekin..
Keep on driving.
Shekin.
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<a name="#016">Adultery</a>

She feared,
but loved you.
You made her feel like a queen.
You brought her to life.
Only later,
to let her die.
You hid the affair.
And when she found out,
she almost went insane.
I hope your happy.
I hope your satisfied.
You broke her heart.
Left her,
to put the pieces of her life back together.
Left her,
to a mess.
Which she had to sort out.
I hope your happy.
I hope your satisfied.
And I have a feeling,
if she saw you burning in the fires of hell,
she wouldn't even bat an eye.
You should have known better,
than to run loose with the Devil.
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<a name="#017">Past 2</a>

Here you are once again.
Smoking your cigar,
trying to remember your past.
Your claws,
are shown.
As you put up barriers.
As you hide yourself behind anger.
And I still have yet to know you.
The rest of the world,
would like to know your story.
So as soon as you find out,
would you mind telling the rest of us.
Tell me,
at the end of the day,
do you ever wonder what if.
Do you sometimes scream to God for answers.
Do you hang on to the grudge,
refusing to let go.
Hating your enemies for what they did.
When you should be learning to forgive.
Then again,
someone like yourself always wanted to play the tough guy.
The kind of character everyone feared,
but at the same time loved.
I hope you find what your looking for.
I pray you find it soon.
Before the animal in you completely takes over,
and your lost for good.

(Sidenote: If any of you can guess who I'm writing about here. I'll put a good word in for you with God. LOL)
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Part Two

Post by LadySaturn » Sat Sep 28, 2002 4:02 am

Part Two
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<a name="#eighteen"> Let Them </a>

Here we go.
Another tale,
of some poor lost soul.
Some poor lost girl.
Who had everything going for her.
The best of both worlds.
Still it wasn't enough,
to satisfy her.
She still wanted more.
Little did she realize,
she was causing her own undoing.
She would have to make changes,
against her own will.
She would soon become artifical.

Go ahead,
give them what they want.
Let them misuse your name.
Let them mold you,
in to something your not.
Let them use your face,
on the cover of the latest magazine.
As long as you get what you want.
Or so they have you think.
Or so they have you think.

The public,
would wait for her big entrance.
They all waited for her to tell more lies.
Just to satisfy their need.
To satisfy their greed.
Her friends,
would eventually turn their backs.
And her spotlight,
would begin to burn out.
Everyone she ever knew,
would abandon her all at once.
Without so much as a word.
She soon will become,
another faceless name in the crowd.
It seems five minutes of fame,
don't seem to last long in this game.

Go ahead,
let them ruin your name.
Let them kill your fame.
Let them spread the rumors.
Let them shut the door,
in your face.
Get the hint,
get the clue,
they no longer want you.
Your no longer welcomed in to their world.
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<a name="#nineteen"> Priestess </a>

She was the greatest of all time,
or so they would say.
She fought demons,
she fought hell,
she fought the devil himself.
Her name,
would be spoken a thousand times over.
Her story,
would be told generation after generation.
Decade after decade.
Century after century.
Not only was she an Amazon.
But a very brave,
a very courageous woman.
She was the daughter of God.
She was the sister of Jesus.
She was and always will be a Priestess.
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<a name="#twenty"> Chunky Monkey Part Two </a>

Oh damn,
here we go again.
Like a bad movie sequel,
chunky monkey has returned.
The car didn't quite get him.
I doubt anything will.
For you see he's a super monkey.
With a sidekick named,
crazy squirrel.
So there they go,
flying through the sky.
Ready to fight crime.
"Damn you,chunky monkey,"
you will hear the villians say.
As their dragged off,
to the prison gate.
So once again,
chunky monkey and crazy squirrel,
have saved the world.
So everyone do the monkey pants dance.
Last chance.
Thank god, this is finally the end.
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<a name="#twenty one"> War Between the Sexes </a>

We faced off on the battlefield.
Just to find out,
neither of us was going to make it out alive.
I remember the sirens went off,
and they said the world was about to end.
The men hid under beds.
While us women were left,
to fend for ourselves.
We fought in that battle with the enemy.
Only to find out,
that you men were planning a war against us,
as soon as we arrived back home.
So here we stand.
Face to face.
Woman versuses man.
Man versuses woman.
Battle of the sexes.
Funny,
it has to come down to this.
Then again,
we always knew it would.
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<a name="#twenty two"> A Woman's Rage </a>

So here I am.
Last of the dying breed.
You look at me as though I'm strange.
You were never quite able to comprehend.
But then again, you would wonder about all us women.
If we were truly God's gift.
Or a curse from Hell.
If we were Angels.
Or if were Demons.
Sometimes we would yell, cry, throw fits and cuss.
On the other hand, so would you,
you and your so called "man" kind.
I remember though,
every time something went wrong.
The women were always to blame.
Even if we let man control the world.
And everything us women did do, for the better good, was never good enough.
You men were never satisfied,
always demanded more.
You even taught your sons to be like you.
"Play with a woman's emotions and treat it like a game," you would say to them.
So much for thinking with your brains.
Don't be suprised if you get a slap across the face.
Oh, and as for finding the perfect woman with blonde hair, blue eyes and a perfect body.
Keep dreaming.
Those kind of women only exist in movies, music and, television.
I wonder what it would be like if there was a war.
Between the sexes that is.
There would probably be no one left.
We would probably kill each other off one by one.
Or be wiped out completely.
Whatever the case,
I can't be mad at all of you.
It's not your fault,
the way you are.
Your fathers made you that way.
As so did theirs.
I don't know,
maybe I'll have to accept the fact,
that neither of us is going anywhere for awhile.
And that in some way, we have to learn to get along.
Even if we want to kill each other.
Then again, what do I know.
I'm just letting out a little of my rage.
A woman's rage.
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<a name="#twenty three"> Name </a>

A person's name can have some sort of meaning.
Some are God's Trees.
Some are God's rivers.
Some are God's light.
Some are God's sight.
Some are God's laughter.
Some are God's humor.
Some are God's knowledge.
Some are God's pain.
Some are God's gain.
So why the hell is it,
that I got stuck with not God's Honey Bee.
But just plain old Honey Bee.
I hate my name and it's meaning.

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I wrote this after I was looking up names and their meanings only to find out that Melissa in Greek means Honey Bee, while everyone else is God's something or other.
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<a name="#twenty four"> A Vampire Affair 2 (Female Version )</a>

Here we go again.
Same old love story.
Same sad tale.
Queen of the Immortals,
falls for a man.
Who can blame her,
she is after all still a woman.
She keeps her distance.
Making sure not to be seen.
But he knows she's there,
hiding in the shadows of his room.
Night after night,
she sits on her throne,
thinking of him.
Until it is time,
to go see him once more.
Tonight will be different.
Her kind will find out.
And like many times before,
this situation will have to be taken care of.
The man will be killed.
And the queen will have to accept it.
Or so they think.
They never thought she would stand in the way.
They never thought she would give her life.
They never thought she would die.
And as her blood,
spills on the floor.
They look around at one another,
afraid to speak.
Afraid to make a sound.
For they know,
they've broken the biggest of all rules.
They've killed their queen.
And they have themselves to blame.
It's just another Vampire Affair.
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<a name="#twenty five"> Star Cross </a>

She loved him.
And then hated him.
She feared him.
And cared for him.
He died.
And now she misses him.

They were like Romeo and Juilet.
Adam and Eve.
Bonnie and Clyde.
They were best of friends,
and so much more.
They would do anything for each other.
No matter how tough the relationship would get.
They were so determined to stay together.
But there were those who would disagree.
Those who would disapprove.
Of their love and what it stood for.
For you see,
she was an angel.
And he was a Devil
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<a name="#twenty six"> Religious War </a>

Here we are.
In danger again,
for what we believe.
We deny all of mankind's religions.
And that sets us up,
for being hated.
It's not our fault,
that we're misunderstood.
Here come the Romans,
about to sacrifice once again.
And where is the Great King?
We need him more than ever.
Someone get on the phone,
and tell him we have a very short amount of time.
There's a few that have already died.

Religious fires.
Religious war.
Someone claims they've seen Jesus.
And this is how it all gets started.
Where is God?
I don't think I can take much more of this.
Another religious war.

We could have broke free.
We could have left it all behind.
But we were stubborn and so full of pride.
That was our greatest sin.
At one point,
we even feared the Devil.
It somehow all changed.
It somehow got turned upside-down.
Now mankind,
has only themselves to fear.
And what the hell,
do we tell God?
When He asks us,
what had happened.
No point in lying.
He can see through that.
And no point in stalling.
The truth will eventually come out.
Oh lord,
it's the twenty-first century,
and we still have to fight the Romans.
When will this ever end.
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<a name="#twenty seven"> Role Model </a>

When I first saw you,
I thought you were a king.
I still do.
You were doing,
living the life.
The life I always wanted.
I looked up to you.
Listened to every word,
you had said.
You had sung.
I didn’t know it then,
but you’d play a big part in my life.
I didn’t know it then,
but I would write about you someday.
Giving you credit for all you have done.
Without even knowing.

You were my..
hero,
teacher,
mentor.
You were my role model.
I respected,
I believed,
I looked up to you.

Years have past.
And now your doing your own thing.
Which I can’t fault you for.
I sort of knew you would sooner or later.
I still listen,
when you sing.
I still listen,
when you talk.
I see you every now and then,
when I flip through a magazine.
I had no doubt,
you could make it on your own.
You always seemed strong.
Even if you felt like you weren’t.
I learned a lot from you.
You made me who I am today.
And all I’d like to do,
is thank you.
Thank you,
King Jupiter.
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<a name="#twenty eight"> Crashing Down </a>

We use to think,
we knew what was best for us.
Now it’s hard to tell.
When the world has gone to hell.
And it’s too late to look back.
No one to blame.
So we look for excuses.
It’s funny,
we only turn to God,
when we’re in time of need.
Any other time,
we turn our heads.
Too full of pride.
Maybe that’s our greatest sin.
Can someone tell me,
did we behave this way,
when they hung Jesus.

We refuse to believe.
Until it comes crashing down.
We refuse to see.
Until it comes crashing down.
So we stand here.
Watching it crash down.
Watch it crash down.

We thought we knew how to act.
We were acting like fools.
We stick with our organized religions.
Believing they would save us.
Go ahead give your money,
to a T.V. preacher.
It will save your soul.
Or so we’ve been told.
It’s so hard to seperate fact from fiction.
When we can’t even get our own lies straight.
So now here we are wondering,
how everything went wrong.
We thought we had it all perfectly
figured out.
We could control the world.
Or so we thought.
Or so we thought.
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<a name="#twenty nine"> Jezebel </a>

It must have been the way,
she looked at the world.
That made her the way she is.
She saw things from a different prospective.
Which isn't allowed in a high class society.
You would think,
us dreamers would learn to leave things alone.
But she couldn't.
And she refused to give in with out a fight.
They'd have to bring an army,
to take her down.
I don't think they ever could.
She put too much fear,
in their hearts.
They were afraid,
of what she would do.

Jezebel,
your causing so much hell.
You need to leave things alone.
You need to follow the rules.
You need to stop what your doing.
Even if it is right,
to them it's wrong.
Jezebel,
your causing so much hell.
Your bound to get in trouble.
You need to leave things alone.

Heroes die,
and legends fade away.
Her time had to come.
No one knew exactly what had happened.
God must of called her home.
There are those though,
who say she died in a war.
And others who claim,
she just went away.
What ever the case,
she leaves behind a story.
Something for us future dreamers.
And society may have threw the stones,
but she got the last word.
She got the last word.

Jezebel,
your causing so much hell.
Your bound to get in trouble.
You need to leave things alone....
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<a name="#thirty"> God and Lucifer </a>

God and Lucifer.
They meet at a local bar.
They sit down to talk,
of peace and war.
Of what has happened to mankind,
and to the world.
Of the different religions,
and who truly believes.
Of the politicians,
and their so called "government".
Of the rich and the famous,
the middle class and the poor.
They talk about current events,
and how their doing.
They even talk of the weather.
Out of all the things they talk about,
God and Lucifer dispute over one thing.
And that is how the world should end.
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<a name="#thirty one"> Father</a>

Dealt with the devil,
only to lose in the end.
Grew up hiding pain behind laughter.
Never told the complete truth of my life.
Thought no one would understand.
Always kept my secrets with God.
Praying that somehow things would get better.
I kept my mouth shut,
I did what I was told.
That was never good enough.
Sometimes I felt like giving up,
giving in.
But I knew you'd be disappointed.
Like you always are,
like you always will be.
Probably till one of us dies.

Father,
perfect is just a word.
Something I was never good at being,
or ever will be.
Father,
perfect is just a word.
I'm only human.
Why won't you let me be.

It seemed I could never do right.
It always seemed wrong.
I couldn't control everything,
yet it was always my fault.
Was looked down.
I was the little black sheep,
or so you made me feel to be.
Could never really talk to you.
You made me feel like a mistake.
That I never deserved your attention.
You made me feel less than human.
But now I'm grown.
I don't need your approval any more.
I have people,
who will stand behind me no matter what.
Who will always be there for me,
without a doubt.
Who will love me for me,
no matter what I have become,
or what I will be.
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<a name="#thirty two"> Goddess </a>

A Goddess born in to a world,
where only kings rule.
A Goddess who has yet,
to play by the rules.
All though,
she seems to always win the games.
A Goddess with beauty, brains and attitude.
A Goddess who would be,
both looked up and down at.
A Goddess who would always,
acknowledge a higer creator.
A Goddess who will one day grow old.
A Goddess who will eventually die.
And leave behind a legend.
A Goddess who will enter this world again,
in a different time.
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<a name="#thirty three"> "Evil Side" </a>

This right here,
is the evil side of Lady Saturn.
Actually the twin sister of.
She's kidnapped King Jupiter,
and taped his mouth shut,
locking him up in the basement of her home.
Away from any help or rescue.
She watches,
as he begins to muffle out cries,
or are those swears.
She quickly pulls out her knife,
pointing the blade,
at his neck.
And smiles with satisfaction,
as she looks in his eyes and sees fear.
She kisses him on the cheek.
Giggling all the while.
She cuts his hand,
to watch the blood,
drip on to the floor.
She's so distracted,
with her ideas of torture.
That she doesn't hear Lady Saturn,
kicking down the door.
Not feeling Lady Saturn's sword,
as it goes through her in the back.
Her body falls,
hitting the ground with a thud.
Watching Lady Saturn un tie King Jupiter.
And hearing her say to him,
"Let's get the hell out of here."
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<a name="#thirty four"> "Revelations" </a>

I talked to Jesus,
and he said,
"Hey babe,
there's no turning back.
A crime has been committed.
And the world,
is looking for someone to blame.
You'll have to be the scapegoat this time.
You'll have to take my place on that cross.

Dear God,
when will this end?
Hasn't there been enough bloodshed,
to satisfy their political greed.
To satisfy their vicious appetites.
And what do you tell the Angel of Death,
who seems to be burned out from the work load.
That there is still some hope.
That there is still some faith.
We just have to believe.
Come on,
I can even hear the Devil laughing.
We were foolish to even think,
we could defeat what was not there.
We should have known,
the undoing,
would be caused by our own hands.
God gave us a kingdom,
and we destroyed it.
Can someone tell me,
where do we go from here?
Because going back is no longer an option.
We can't even get back.
So what the hell do we do?
Stand here and twiddle our thumbs,
waiting for fire to fall from the sky.
There's no place to run to,
to get away.
It's been done before.
An hour to our destruction,
and there's no safe haven.
I could just see God,
looking over to the Devil,
and saying,
"I won this bet."
Revelations....
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<a name="#thirty five"> "Lady Saturn 3" </a>

Lady Saturn,
use to be part of Melissa Darin.
Now she's the alter-ego of.
Lady Saturn,
has taken on a life of her own.
She's a superhero,
prietess,
poet,
writer,
fighter,
lover,
giver,
a Amazon,
a Woman,
A Queen,
with a lot of integrity.
She greeted the public with open arms.
And made governments and Kings speak her name.
She would never deny God,
no matter if her life was at stake.
Her best friends are Michael and Jesus.
She leads an army,
to fight for a higher kingdom.
The world,
has learned to accept her.
They have no choice,
she seems to be everywhere all at once.
Even the Devil,
has taken notice.
And to King Jupiter,
you know who you are,
she still remembers all you've done for her.
She mentions your name,
from time to time.
Hoping that you'll somehow over hear.
She thanks you for all you have done.
With out you,
she doesn't know where she would be.
She wouldn't have become what she has become.
Ruler of saturn.
Lady Saturn.
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<a name="#thirty six"> "Lady Saturn: The Woman" </a>

Ruler of saturn.
She wears her heart on her sleeve.
Her beauty is much deeper,
than the outside appearance.
Men fall to her feet,
willing to do anything for her.
She acts as though she doesn't notice.
Or at least doesn't care.
Strong and independent,
she handles anything thrown at her.
A cross between Artemis and Aphrodite.
She uses what God has given her,
to the best of her ability.
Some say she came from a star.
Others say she's the daughter,
of an angel.
She hangs out with the Joan of Arc.
Talks to Jesus.
And laughs with Michael.
She has fought with kings and governments,
and has won.
She has taken on,
anyone who tried to keep her quiet.
She's spoken her mind.
Even when the world,
didn't want to hear.
She’s kept peace,
where there was none.
She’s never asked for anything in return.
Just to be understood.
She’s owes King Jupiter more than he’ll ever know.
She owes him her life.
She loves God and nature.
She will always stand her ground.
And this is the woman,
Lady Saturn.
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<a name="#thirty seven"> "Sin" </a>

Got caught up in myself again.
I couldn't even hear God,
when he called my name.
Was so much in to what was going on.
Was blinded by all the world had to offer.
I even started making deals with the Devil.
Knowing I would be damning my soul,
straight to hell.
And then one day,
I woke up and realized what I had done.
To go back was impossible.
I would have to make up,
for all the wrong I did.
I knew it would be a long road to travel,
but I did it anyway.
Eventually things got better.
And now I can tell my story.
With out fear of being judged.
I have sinned,
but I was able to find peace in the end.
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<a name="#thirty eight"> "An American's View" </a>

Okay here we go.
We've got politicans at each other's throats.
Journalists getting in on the action.
Madmen on television,
becoming the main attraction.
Lord, what are we to do?
We have a president,
who offends everyone.
Especially thoses with bombs,
like Saddam.
And everyone seems,
to be watching the news daily,
like it was their medicine.
All wondering on how the world will end.
Lord, what are we to do?
I've got my gun under my bed,
in case of Armageddon.
Got my bible in my nightstand.
My cross is around my neck.
I'm ready for whatever happens.
For what ever comes next.
I hope it doesn't take to long though,
Monday night football is on,
and I got a bet to place.
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Part Three

Post by LadySaturn » Sun Sep 29, 2002 11:56 pm

Part Three


<a name="#thirty nine"> ODE TO THE EX (PART TWO) </a>

Damn, here we go again.
I told you to leave me alone.
I've already called Bruno and Tone.
What more do I have to do?
Good god, your so lame.
You caused me nothing but pain.
And now your driving me insane.
Listen, you little p***-head,
because this is the last time.
I don't want you.
Your no good.
Stop calling me on my cell phone.
I don't owe you a dime.
I don't owe you for your time.
Your not a pimp.
Your not a mack daddy.
Your more like a wimp.
Your not going to get any of my money.
So don't even try.
However, I will give you some advice.
If you see two big dudes,
knocking on your front door.
Run and hide.
Because that's Bruno and Tone.
And there going to nail your a** to the floor.
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<a name="#forty"> "AN ODE TO MY EX-BOYFRIEND" </a>

Okay, listen to me.
I'm sick of you calling, you little p***-head.
Remember you walked out on me.
I didn't walk out on you.
You said,
"Either me or your writing career"
Since my career pays the bills,
and you don't.
I showed you the door.
It's been six years,
and now you call.
I wish you were dead.
No that's too good for you.
Maybe someone should just kick your a** instead.
How you got my cell phone number,
I will never know.
Maybe it was Heather,
that fat cow.
I wonder if she's home.
So now I sit here,
writing this poem.
Because your physco a**,
can't leave me alone.
I think I call Bruno and Tone.
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<a name="#forty one"> “IT DIDN’T MATTER” </a>

We were dead to the world.
But it didn’t matter.
We could have been anywhere else,
but here.
We were dead to the world.
But it didn’t matter.

It felt like we broke all the rules.
And maybe we did.
We were young and free.
We really didn’t give a damn.
It was all in fun.
It was all a game.
We’d fool the enemy,
and got away with it.
After that we would run.
Hide for awhile.
Reappear later.
We did this for years.
Till we got too old.
Even then,
we’d still give them hell.

We were dead to the world.
But it didn’t matter.
We could have been anywhere else,
but here.
We were dead to the world.
But it didn’t matter.

We’ve made lives for ourselves.
Names for ourselves.
We still break the rules,
or at least try to.
Society has never quite learned,
to silence us once and for all.
We’re the ones they can’t hide.
We’re the ones they can’t ignore.
We’re the ones with the words.
We’re the ones with the plans.
And they know this.
I wonder how they’ll act,
when we’re the last ones standing.
When the war has finally come to it’s end.
We were dead to the world.
But it didn’t matter.
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<a name="#forty two"> “BATTLEFIELD TERRORS” </a>

So here we are.
A couple of sinners,
waiting for the world to end.
We still have battle scars,
from when we fought in the war.
We went AWOL,
as soon as it all went to hell.
Should of never made a deal,
with Azazel.
Didn’t know he was on the wrong side.
Until it was too late.
And who would of guessed,
Azrael was the original Angel of Death.
Damn, if only we found out the truth,
a little sooner.
We wouldn’t have then,
doubt everyone we came across.
Maybe then,
we could of lived our lives.

Battle field terrors.
Run through your mind,
when you discover the horror.
Battlefield terrors.
When all you know is sorrow.

So have you heard from Jesus?
Is he mad?
At what we have done.
Fire is now starting to fall from the skies.
I don’t think,
we can go back now.
We have to stay low,
and keep on the run.
Hopefully, we won’t be found.
Not just yet.
Not until the end.
We need to keep the bond,
we made.
And figure out,
on how to get out of this mess.
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<a name="#forty three"> "BUBBLES" </a>

Bubbles,
a power puff girl.
Who likes to talk to squirrels.
Who fights crime right along her sisters.
Who is the cutest out of the three.
Who hates monsters.
Who loves to color.
Who thinks mojo-jojo is a joke.
Who hangs up on the mayor,
ever time he calls.
Who loves animals.
Who likes to eat paste.
Who saves townsville before her bed time.
Bubbles,
who out of all the power puff girls,
is my favorite.
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<a name="#forty four"> "MELODRAMATIC" </a>

Melodramatic,
Upper Class,
Emotional,
Sophisticated,
Successful,
Refined,
Naive,
Beautiful,
Urbane,
Characteristic...,
Intelligent,
Witty,
Capable,
Understandable,
Stubborn,
Lively,
Hopeful,
Attractive,
Young,
Kind,
Caring,
Melodramatic,
She was.
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<a name="#forty five"> “AMAZON” </a>

The Devil cried.
And God laughed.
That’s how she remembers it.
Standing on a field,
that was once grounds for a war.
She looks around.
Trying to find familiar faces,
she once knew.
Looking around among the sea of the dead.
She stands there alone.
The last survivor.
The last warrior.
The last of womankind.
Trying to justify,
what has been done.

The last of her tribe.
The last to survive.
The last to witness everything,
that is gone.
The last woman.
The last Amazon.
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<a name="#forty six"> "BROKEN DOWN" </a>

I knew I had to let you go.
I knew I couldn't hold on to forever.
Broke all lines of communication,
just so I wouldn't hear your name.
I made a choice,
you never really approved of.
How dare you make me choose my life,
over you.
I loved you,
but that never seemed good enough.
You expected more than I could give.
You expected way too much.
And gave nothing in return.
And how dare you come back now,
trying to apologize for all you did.
When you don't even sound sincere.
Don't even sound sincere.

Now you call me up.
Wondering if I'm okay.
Wondering if I'm broken down.
Disappointed to find out I haven't.
It angers you,
to even hear that I've made a name.
That I'm living it up.
With a new man.
Someone who wants me,
for more than my money.
By the way,
how's what's her name?
And did you finally get your own ride?
Or are you still driving your mama's?
And are you still living at home?
It's nice to flash the bling- bling,
as long as you make sure it's your own.

You lying,
cheating,
decieving,
backstabbing,
no good man.
I'll be damn,
if you get the best of me.
So go back to where you came from,
and let me be.
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<a name="#forty seven"> “ARTIFICIAL EGOS” </a>

Back on line again.
She calls to see if he’s made it out alive.
There’s little hope.
All she can do is pray.
Angel-Girl,
everything is going to be okay.
He’ll make it home.
And if you have to,
beg the Angel of Death,
to spare his life for at least one more day.
No one should have to go through so much hell.
To be left all alone.
Left all alone.

It’s far from over.
It’s just beginning, if anything.
Screams could be heard.
As the war,
carries on.
Innocence shattered,
over artificial egos.
Artificial Egos.

And when he walks through the front door.
What stories will he have to tell?
Will he be the same as before?
Or will he have changed for the worse?
Has death already got a hold of him?
And if so, what then?
Things like this,
run through her mind.
It feels like the world is coming to an end.
She’s back on the line again.
To see if he’s coming home.
To see if he’s.....
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<a name="#forty eight"> “SISTER” </a>

Feelings thrown around like a rag doll.
So he left you for another.
It was bound to happen.
I see why you can’t do nothing at all.
Don’t worry,
he’ll be back.
Punch another wall,
If it’ll make you feel better.
You tell her to go to hell.
What’s new.
Seems tempers flare over little things.
The Devil sits in for a good laugh.
And your neighbor’s calling the cops again.
She was a good friend of mine.

Forever lost,
slipping through the cracks of time.
Sister, you don’t need him.
He was never a good man.
Leaving behind your heart,
when ever he went out.
How long are you willing to let this go on?
And was she all he dreamed of?
Sister, you don’t want him.
He was never a good man.

Caught him cheating,
playing the same damn games over and over again.
Betraying the love you two shared.
So you finally kick him out of your life.
He’s gone for good.
Rip up the carpet,
if that’s what you want to do.
Shred his clothes,
then throw them out on the lawn.
Take a match to the place,
and watch it go up in flames.
If it was only that easy to dull the pain.
He’s gone for good.
Leaving you to pick up the pieces.
Some how you’ve got to learn to move on.
He was never a good man.
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<a name="#forty nine">“JOAN OF ARC: 2,002” </a>

She was an angel among demons.
Fighting a war,
the world had yet to know of.
With sword in hand,
she prepares to march on.
And who cares,
if she burns.
It was one hell of a story to tell your friends.
A twenty-two year old,
with so much faith.
It made the government sick.
She was God’s little wrath.
Or so people would say.
Funny,
we know the story.
We can’t seem to remember the name.
Oh well.
We still laugh,
on how the Devil got tricked.
At how he lost at his own game.
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<a name="#fifty"> WINTER SNOW </a>

She stands on the corner,
not really paying attention.
Lost in her own thoughts.
Pictures flash in her mind of what the future could be.
Hoping that things will only get better.
That it doesn’t get any worse than it really is.
And as people run and cover their heads,
she prays to God that this is not truly the end.
To somehow give the world a little more time.
She looks up,
and notices death coming near her.
And that’s when she truly understands.
Her prayer has gone unanswered.
The world is out of time.

There’s winter snow in late July.
No one takes notice, they just look the other way.
Until they are forced to look to the sky.
I could of swore there was a house over there.
I guess things are suppose to get lost in the middle of a war.
There’s winter snow...
There’s winter snow...
It’s snowing again.
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<a name="#fifty one"> KING JUPITER </a>

King Jupiter,
how charming you are.
It’s so obvious, when you walk in the room.
You always seem to make the women stare.
And after all these years, they still remember your name.
You were never forgotten.
You’ve always been in their hearts, since day one.
When you first began, way back when.
And tell me, how does it feel to know that to them, your a King.
To them, your an angel, without the wings to be.
Hey babe, in their eyes, you will be forever young.

King Jupiter,
you will always be number one.
Even after you walk away, even after your long gone.
You will always be a part of their lives, no matter what you say.
Because King Jupiter your still number one.

So put on one hell of a show, and sing for them.
You still have those who want to do nothing more, than criticize you.
Even after all you’ve done.
Don’t let them bring you down, don’t let them get the best of you.
Believe me when I tell you, you’re never alone.
You’ve got those who care, who are on your side, including “The Man”
upstairs.
And tell me, how does it feel to know that to them, your a King.
To them, you’re an angel, without the wings to be.
Hey babe, in their eyes, you will be forever young.
Because to them King Jupiter, your still number one.
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<a name="#fifty two"> “SOME OF US” </a>

No one hears us.
We’re all alone.
Just you and I,
sitting here.
Trying to settle an old score.
We thought we knew what was best for us.
We were young and willing to fight hell if need be.
We’d even give it everything we had.
If it meant we’d gain from it.
I remember the ways we would make the Devil cry.
And angels laugh.
We were family,
and I don’t think anyone could take that away.
No matter how hard they would try.
So now we sit here.
To settle a score and to reminisce.

Some of us,
have died.
Some of us,
have married.
Some of us,
are locked up in prison.
And some of us,
have moved on.
And some of us...

It’s been years now.
We talk of things that use to be.
We were always eager to look to the future.
Who would of known,
a chosen few of our own,
would pay for what we did.
You said,
we did the best we could.
With what our own families had taught us.
I still say,
we broke our mothers’s hearts.
And have yet,
to apologize for it.
Even if we made names for ourselves.
It’s no excuse to forget,
where we came from.
We still need to grieve,
for those we lost.
You tell me,
you still do.
And I have no choice,
but to believe you.
So now we sit here.
To settle a score and to reminisce.
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<a name="#fifty three"> “A LETTER TO MICHAEL” </a>

Dear Michael,
ArchAngel of War.
How have you been?
It’s been awhile since your battle with Satan.
Heard you won the battle by the way.
So here we go again.
I’m sure you know how bad the world has gotten.
Everyone got over the scare back in ninty-nine.
So much for organized religion.
God must of think we screwed up big this time.
We’ll deny it like we always do.
It’s our human nature.
To put the blame on someone else.
We’ll say the government made us.
We’ll say society threatened us.
We’ll say anything to cover up our own sins.
I write to you though,
only to tell you there are still a few of us good ones left.
So please don’t forget us.
And remember what Jesus said,
“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
So I guess what is done,
is done.
The only thing to do is wait for our own destruction.
To wait for the end.
Sincerely yours,
Lady Saturn
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<a name="#fifty four"> “BURN” </a>

Here we go again.
It’s been awhile since we last talked.
Knew I was in trouble.
Knew I was in over my head.
Thought I could control myself from screaming.
I played superhero,
something you can’t do when your in love.
I hid all my feelings.
Which was unfair to you.
So now you sit there.
Telling me, you have to go.
You can’t live with my crazy life.
You can’t live with someone who hides.
You can’t live with me.

So now I get the burn.
And you just walk away.
I’m left here broken hearted,
and you just walk away.
Leaving me to burn.

You tell me,
you always felt alone.
I never gave you enough time.
I was too caught up in myself.
Too determined to make a mark on this world.
I never really listened,
God your something.
You list all my faults,
all the wrongs I’ve done.
Yet, you forget to mention your own mistakes.
Makes me wonder,
if this relationship is even worth saving.
There I go,
playing superhero again.

So now I get the burn.
And you just walk away.
I’m left here broken hearted,
and you just walk away.
Leaving me to burn.
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<a name="#fifty five"> CHUNKY MONKEY </a>

There was this chunky monkey,
who was very funny.
He'd play with his poo.
And even fling it at people too.
Chunky monkey liked to play in the street.
He thought it was great.
Oh, but look out monkey,
there is a car speeding your way.
Thump, Thump.
Oops,
no more chunky monkey.
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<a name="#fifty six"> Monkey Pants </a>

I wear my monkey pants to the store.
I wear my monkey pants to the shore.
I wear my monkey pants to the park.
I wear my monkey pants in the dark.
I wear my monkey pants in bed.
I wear my monkey pants on my head.
I wear my monkey pants after I'm dead.
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<a name="#fifty seven"> “ANASTASIA” </a>

She ran to the ends of the world.
Only to discover the threat,
in her own backyard.
Fire lit up the sky.
And before she knew it,
the war had already begun.
Put on your battle armor.
It looks as though faith,
is being put on trial again.
And where is God,
when an angel falls.
And where is God,
when a saint falls.
And where is God,
when the world starts to sin.

Lost Anastasia.
Too far from home.
Too close to hell.
There’s no looking back.
And no road to go a head.
Lost Anastasia.
Too far from home.
Too close to hell.

She ran to the ends of the world.
Only to discover the devil,
was in her own backyard.
Fire came up from the ground.
And before she knew it,
The stealing of souls had already begun.
Grab your sword and shield.
It looks as though the end is near.
And where is God,
when a martyr falls.

And where is God,
when a human falls.
And where is God,
when the world starts to burn.
And where is God.....
Lost Anastasia.
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<a name="#fifty eight"> “NOWHERE” </a>

Close the door.
Keep the world out.
It’s just you and I standing here.
You preach to me of religion.
And I speak of faith.
Seems we’re getting nowhere fast.
You think your right.
I think your wrong.
You think you know the truth.
I think you have yet to tell the truth.
You speak of Baal.
And I speak of God.
Seems we’re getting nowhere fast.
You talk of sin.
I speak forgiveness.
You tell of Demons.
I talk of Angels.
You rely on the Devil.
I pray to Jesus.
You glorify Hell.
I think about Heaven.
Seems we’re getting nowhere fast.
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<a name="#fifty nine"> SHOULD OF KNOWN </a>

Got caught up in a dream.
Left before I got lost.
What is forever, in reality is a short amount of time.
Stranded on a desert island, with only the cross around my neck.
And a picture of you.
Somehow we were to never be.
You made that quite clear.
Stood on the edge of life, gave up everything to be near.
Fought the demons for you.
Fought the world for you.
Still you wanted more, and you were never happy until you got your way.
You made that known to everyone.
You always had to have it your way.

And then there was you, and you alone.
Sitting there with a sad look upon your face.
Should of known we wouldn’t last.
Should of known we were running out of time.
Should of known in the first place.
Or so I keep on telling myself.
Should of known.
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<a name="#sixty"> LADY SATURN </a>

She was...
A Queen,
A Goddess,
A Angel,
A Saint,
A Sinner,
A unusual girl.
A Daughter,
A Sister,
A Role model,
A Citizen,
A unusual girl.
A Writer,
A Singer,
A Poet,
A Priest,
A Amazon,
A unusual girl.
A Woman,
A Lover,
A Fighter,
A Giver,
A Superhero,
A Soldier,
A unusual girl.

Her name was....
Lady Saturn.
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<a name="#sixty one"> "Wonder" </a>

Here we go again.
You play hero,
only to end up getting burn in the end.
You were never really able to follow rules.
You could never play their games.
It seems you had to always settle the score.
Nothing was ever good enough.
You were always willing to lose everything.
Just to make sure everyone,
knew where you were coming from.
But how far are you willing to go this time?
How far are you willing to take it?
When will you ever let go.
I see myself in you.
I see what I use to be.
And I wonder...
I wonder...
How could I have been so naive.
How could I have been so selfish.
Why did I need to make everything about me.
And now you sit there.
So full of pride.
So full of B.S.
Never willing to give in.
Never willing to see eye to eye.
You have to always be right.
Heaven forbid, you should be proven wrong.
And I was once like you.
Didn’t care who I hurt or who got in the way.
Just as long as I got my way.
Your not to different.
Not to far from where I was long ago.
So how far are you willing to take this?
When will you learn to ever let go?
You need to let go.
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<a name="#sixty two"> LAST OF THE SAINTS </a>

Black winged and broken hearted.
She went off to fight the fires of Hell.
Only to lose in the end.
Would of gave her life to save another.
That’s just the way she was.
She hung out with angels,
and insulted kings.
Never afraid of what others might think or say.
She knew Jesus,
before anyone ever heard of him.
She stood on her own two feet,
refusing to give in.
Failure to her was never an option,
just a way of losing.
And to this day,
I can truly say she was the only one who ever stood her ground.

Last of the Saints.
How naive she was,
to even think she could save the world.
Last of the Saints.
How innocent she was,
to believe mankind’s word.
Last of the Saints.
She was a traitor, she was a hero.
She was a leader, she was a friend.
Last of the Saints.
She was.

The day she died,
the world stopped for a minute,
just to pay respect.
No one knew her name,
but they called her Lady Saturn.

Because no one knew her true identity.
She hid that all to well.
Her legacy,
will be told for years to come.
And we’ll all want to be like her,
sooner or later.
Thinking that some day,
and in some way,
we’ll get to save the world.
Until then, time can only tell.
Until then, we’ll wait and see.
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<a name="#sixty three"> "Dreamt" </a>

I dreamt of a man.
Strong and handsome.
Rough and rugged.
Kind and sensitive.
But like all other men,
he broke my heart.
Brought me to tears,
realizing you can't always get what you want.
Found out,
he had someone of his own,
waiting for him at home.
A Queen of his own.
Oh well,
I guess this Lady will have to move on.
I dreamt of a man.
I dreamt....
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<a name="#sixty four"> "Damnation" </a>

So you run circles,
around your so called life.
Buy the lastest in fashion.
The highest price.
You drive the fast cars.
Flash all your jewelery.
Bragging on how much you got,
more than the next man.
Yet, you still can't save yourself.
You try to outsmart the Devil,
but he's on to your game.
You've been down so long,
you don't think you can ever get up again.
And after all of that and then some.
You go to church on Sunday.
Believing it will save your soul,
from damnation.
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Part Four

Post by LadySaturn » Mon Sep 30, 2002 11:43 pm

part four


<a name="#sixty five"> King Jupiter, part 2 </a>

King Jupiter,
so it seems I need to write again.
You’ve grown old before your time.
One look in to your eyes, and you can see an aging soul.
Somehow women still adore you.
Still go crazy over the sound of your name.
And no matter what anyone says,
you’ll be in the spotlight forever and always.
And tell me, how does it feel to be King?
And not even know it.
To them, you’re still an angel, without the wings to be.
Hey babe, to them you will always be young.

King Jupiter,
you will always be number one.
Your music will carry on.
Even after you walk away, even after your long gone.
You will always be a part of their lives, no matter what you say.
King Jupiter.

You should know, God will always be on your side.
No matter what you do, no matter what you become or have become.
Just keep putting on one hell of a show.
Don’t let those who criticize, bring you down or take control.
Keep fighting on, and remember your never alone.
And tell me, how does it feel to be King?
And not even know it.
To them, you’re an angel, without the wings to be.
Hey babe, to them you will always be young.
Remain forever young.
King Jupiter.
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<a name="#sixty six"> Sweet Siena </a>

She moves ahead,
running from the world.
But somehow she gets left behind.
Marching off to a war, no one knows of.
Two by two, marching off to a war.
Don’t look too close you might go blind.
And don’t look too far you might wander. Commander of an army.
She wears her heart as her battle armor.
And what do you have to say?
Can you explain what happened to her?
Why did you do it anyway?

A Saint to some.
A heretic to others.
Sister of Anastasia, the next Maid of Orleans.
Daughter of Catherine.
Can someone tell me, where Siena is?
Can someone tell me, was she ever buried at sea?
Sweet Siena.

She spreads her wings, and flys down to see the one she loves.
All those she has left, she had no choice but to leave.
Died for what she believed.
Would of done it again, or so she says.
Commander of an army.
Her shield was faith, and her sword was truth.
Marching off to a war, she fought one hell of a battle.
Marching off to a war, she fought the fires of Hell.
Sweet Siena,
Where did you go to?
Where have you gone?
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<a name="#sixty seven"> "My Life" </a>

Went through hell,
only to find my way out in the end.
Went through heart break,
only to get up on my feet once again.
Searched my soul,
got sick of playing pretend.
Searched all over,
to find out who I really am.
Every now and then,
I needed to be reminded,
of all that I've been through.
The good and the bad.
The happy and the sad.
My moods seem to change,
like day and night.
Good God,
I'm only human.
I'm only a woman.
Who has so many sins,
she's lost count.
Who's tried to make up for all the wrong
she's done.
But somehow always ends up short on time.
I've given my all.
And it's still doesn't seem to be good enough.
I know I truly won't be free,
until I stand before the gates of Heaven.
This is my life.
Not just the life of Lady Saturn,
but of Melissa Darin
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OUR DESTRUCTION

Post by LadySaturn » Fri Oct 11, 2002 3:05 am

Part Five


<a name="#sixty eight"> "My Letter To The President" </a>

So what the hell is your problem?
Can't find someone else to bother.
Mr. President.
You keep pissing off Saddam.
We're all going to be eating bombs.
Just because your like your father.
We never really did win desert storm.
If we had,
we wouldn't be in this jam.
Oh no,
here you go again.
Talking like you've already won.
What makes you so sure will win this one?
And I have just one question.
If we have supposedly won,
then where the hell is Bin Laden?
And if your so freaking gun ho on the war.
Then why isn't your Southern arse,
over there fighting.
That would be a sight to see.
You fighting a couple of madmen.
You probably get whooped so bad,
you'd go crying home to your mama.
Then again,
you'd probably prefer to hide under your desk,
in the oval office.
Away from danger.
Away from terror.
Away from the dispute.
Away from the nukes.
And who cares if everyone dies,
as long as you get to save your own hide.
You claim your a man of your word.
You claim your a man of God.
But I bet you once a bomb flys overhead.
You'll only care about yourself,
and think about how your going to survive.
So let the nuke drop.
Let the nuke drop.
As long as the President gets his last word in.
Because's a good old Southern boy,
and he always has to win.
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<a name="#sixty nine"> "Stand Off" </a>

She stands before you.
Her heart on her sleeve.
She spills the secrets to heaven.
She pours her feelings out.
Leaving you and the whole world to judge.
Leaving you and the whole world to break her heart.
Once again.

She stands in the spotlight.
Because she wrote down her thoughts.
Trying to make sense,
out of this messed up world.
Trying to find some peace of mind.
Trying to find her way back home.
Forgeting all the lies she was told.
Or least tries to for the time being.
While she talks to God.
Funny how man-made love and religion,
can mess you up so bad.

And now she stands on the battlefield with you.
Face to face.
Standing her ground.
Trying to save her soul.
Trying to survive.
Like any other human.
Or angel. [img]images/smiles/icon_wink.gif[/img]
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<a name="#seventy"> Me and Jesus </a>

I wasn't there when he was born.
I wasn't there when he was crucified.
I wasn't there when he rose again.
But I did sit down,
to talk to him.

It was friday afternoon,
and I was about to lose my mind.
So much religion,
but very little God.
So much violence,
but very little peace.
I asked him,
"How can mankind be so cruel?"
He answered,
"It's their nature."
I then asked,
"How can they be blinded by religion?"
He answered,
"Because they have little faith."
I finally asked,
"Why do they turn their backs on you and God?"
He replied,
"That's because they fear the truth."

It was a late friday afternoon,
when I sat down across from him.
It was just the two of us.
It was just me and Jesus.
Me and Jesus.
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<a name="#seventy one"> "Fall" </a>

She stands on the edge of the world.
With her hands in her pockets.
It seems the end,
came so fast without a warning.
The seas turned from blue to red.
And the skies filled with poison.
The government killed everyone,
who spoke their mind.
And this was only the beginning...
They came out with a list of rules.
No talking out loud,
and no praying to God.
Basically turning everybody,
from human in to machine.
She wasn't like everyone else.
She dared to question.
She dared to threaten.
They were afraid of what she might do.
They tried to keep her quiet,
but that did no good.
The public,
knew who she was.
She was the next "Joan of Arc".
But like every other martyr or saint.
First you rise,
and then you fall.
First you rise,
and then you fall.
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<a name="#seventy two"> "Arguing with Saturn" </a>

There's a war,
not in the realms of Saturn.
But between Lady Saturn,
and myself.
Really don't know when it all began.
Seems we can't agree on anything.
She says left.
I say right.
She says winter.
I say summer.
We even have disputes,
about what to write.
All though,
we can always agree on one thing.
King Jupiter.
"The man is such a babe."
Hey her words,
not mine.
Oh god,
she's bitchin again.
I guess this is what I get,
for living with a Muse.
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<a name="#seventy three"> Suppposed Me </a>

"Supposed Me"
You hid deep in my mind.
I didn't know it.
How could I?
I was too much in to myself.
So full of pride.
I couldn't see that I was killing you,
before your time.
And when you screamed,
to remind me you were still there,
I knew I had to get out,
of this make believe world.
It is time to take you off the shelf.
And let everyone know who you really are.

They need to understand.
That it wasn't really me,
walking down the red carpet,
standing in the spotlight.
It was a hollow shell of a supposed me.
A supposed me.

We've been through the good.
and the bad.
Grew up together,
trying to find out who we were.
And after all we've done,
this is how I left things.
I pushed you back,
away from the public view.
I couldn't think of anything better.
To take all the credit and fame.
Don't get me wrong,
I thought of you every now and then.
I sort of wondered how you were doing.
I guess I always knew,
you'd come back to haunt me.
Sooner or later.
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<a name="#seventy four"> "My Letter To The President 2" </a>

Oh good God,
you know it's bad.
When I have to write again.
Mr. President,
you call Saddam a unique threat.
Saying,
"he's a homicidal dictator addicted to weapons of mass destruction."
We've known this since desert storm.
My question to you,
is where the hell have you been?
You tell Saddam,
to give in,
to U.N. inspections of his bombs.
Or face the actions of military.
Come on,
I've seen the U.S. army.
It's not like it use to be.
You speak of peace.
And talk of war,
out of the side of your mouth.
You speak of peace.
And talk of war,
out of the side of your mouth.
Sorry,
I felt like saying that twice.
Anyway,
it seems to me,
that the mushroom clouds are bound to happen.
And that death,
will be the end solution.
You keep pissing Saddam off,
like you do.
And we'll all be facing great destruction.
But before that happens,
let me say this,
I hope you and Saddam save a nuke for one another.
And shove it up each other's asses.
That way the Devil,
can deal with both of you in hell.
There now I feel better.
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<a name="#seventy five"> "Our Destruction" </a>

The silence was broken,
when terror was born.
Now we give in to fear,
like it comes naturally.
We've fought like anyone would.
It's all part of human nature.
We find ways to survive.
Even if we sacrifice our brother.
We scream war,
as our defense.
All though,
we all know it's a government's vendetta.
Someone has hurt someone's pride.
And now it's a case of revenage.
It's just a matter of time,
before we pay for someone else's mistake.
And God,
could you send your angels to straighen out
this mess?
Or are we on our own.
To clean up all our sins.
All we've done.
Madmen are running loose.
And we have a government that hides,
preferably under their desk.
What the hell is going on?
There is so much frustration.
So much anger.
So much violence.
I don't think we can get back,
to the way it use to be.
We're all responisble,
for digging the hole of our destruction.
Our Destruction.
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<a name="#seventy six"> Another Story </a>

Good God,
here we are.
Listening to a world that is so judgemental.
And what's really sad,
is that we have yet to understand,
how it ended up this way.
It seems everything went out the window,
when everyone started talking of hell.
We all honestly thought,
we were safe,
when dealing with the Devil.
That he would never come back for his due.
We should have known,
that we would have to pay.
And now we have the nerve to wonder,
how we ended up on the news,
as another story.
Another Story.
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<a name="#seventy seven"> Hide </a>

I need to hide,
the world wants my head on a platter.
I need to hide,
the government wants me dead.
I spoke my my mind.
I spoke the truth.
I revealed secrets,
things no government would ever speak of.
Not to the public anyway.
I need to hide.
I need to run away.
My life is on the line,
and I don't think I can ever go home.
So this is what you have to do,
in order to get on the news.
It's been days,
since everything came to view.
Kings are even now speaking my name.
So this is how I become famous.
A soldier of God's army,
on the run.
On the run.
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MY LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT, BIN LADEN, TERRORISTS IN GENERAL

Post by LadySaturn » Tue Oct 15, 2002 3:25 am

Part Six

I wrote this out of anger, it sort of rhymes in a poetry sense. By the way this is only part one.

<a name="#seventy eight"> "My Letter To The Music World" </a>

What the hell is this?
I turn on my T.V.,
and I see this mess.
Rappers talking about getting high.
Female pop stars,
prancing around half naked.
And over the hill rock stars,
thinking their still the man.
Is this all that's left of the music world?
You can keep your M.T.V.
And your talentless wonders.
Don't get me wrong, music world.
You have a few good singers.
But their hard to find.
When I have to stand,
in the music aisle,
of a department store for two hours.
You know something is wrong right there.
I mean seriously.
Can you people stop thinking about money.
And start caring,
about the talent and creativity.
Oh heaven forbid,
I should say,
something like that.
By the way,
since you backstabbed,
and spitted on my boy,
Jordan Knight.
I thought it's about time,
that I did the same to you.
Well at least spit at you anyway.
I'm talking to the suits.
The businessmen that make all the decisions.
You think your top shit.
Wait until I get a hold of you.
I'll make you think twice,
about backstabbing another creative artist.
When I'm done,
you'll wish you never heard of my name.
And if you think this is the end.
Oh hell no,
this is only the beginning.
Only the beginning... [img]images/smiles/icon_mad.gif[/img] [img]images/smiles/icon_mad.gif[/img] [img]images/smiles/icon_mad.gif[/img]
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<a name="#seventy nine"> Birthday </a>

"Birthday"
October the second,
I hate that day.
Because it's my birthday.
Every year it creeps on me,
like some unknown diease.
And when I think it'll pass,
it ends up biting me in the ass.
My friends and family,
make a big fuss.
Reminding me that I have aged yet another year.
This year will be different.
This year I'll find some place to hide.
So I won't have to deal with all of that
birthday stuff.
No cake,
please god no I'm on a diet.
However leave the presents outside my bedroom
door.
I'll open them and probably end up asking for the receipt later.
And if Jordan Knight stops by,
he'll be the only one allowed in my room.
Whoo-Hoo!
Hey, it's my birthday,
I can do what I want to.

I'll be twenty-three.
I know that doesn't seem old.
But to me it feels like a life time.
Good god, here I go I'm about to cry.
So now here I sit,
watching time fly.
Waiting for my birthday to come.
All the while, trying to find some place to hide.
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<a name="#eighty"> "Created" </a>

God created Adam.
God created Eve.
God created Man.
God created me.
(Whoo-hee! No fig leaf.)

God created kittens.
God created bees.
God created bunnies.
God created puppies.
(Buzz-Buzz! I'm a bee.)

God created wildlife.
God created nature.
God created the stars.
God created the world.
(I'm a shooting star, watch me.)

God created life.
God created death.
God created Jesus.
God still loves me.
(Amen! Buzz-Buzz! I'm still not wearing a fig leaf.)
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<a name="#eighty one"> "Feral" </a>

Wild and untamed.
She rips the heart out,
of any man,
who gets in her way.
She's often misunderstood.
Sometimes taken for granted.
For what she does,
and who she is.
She's always on alert.
On full survival mode.
She hardly trusts anyone.
She doesn't want to get hurt.
Her past is yet another mystery,
as she wonders through the night.
Righting all the wrong,
that may be done.
And for those who cross her path.
I advise you to be friend rather than foe.
Don't call her names,
especially the B-word.
Or show disrespect.
Or she'll go feral on your ass.
And tear you a new one.
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<a name="#eighty two"> "Calling" </a>

What she wouldn't give,
for a little piece of mind.
The troubles of the world,
seem more than she can bare.
So she thinks of a place,
she can run to.
A place she can hide to for awhile.
That's when she hears,
Saturn calling.
Saying,
"Hey girl, you can always hide here.
No one will find you here.
They'd think of looking on Jupiter first.
Your as good as safe."

So she packs her bags,
and catches the next flight out in to space.
Kicking the bills that have piled up a side.
As she heads for the front door.
She tosses her house keys on the floor.
It seems she doesn't have to worry anymore.
And she hears,
Saturn calling,
"Welcome home.
We've been expecting you for quite some time.
We knew you'd be coming.
So we prepared your throne.
All of your kingdom is waiting...
Welcome home...
Welcome home.."
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<a name="#eighty three"> "24" </a>

Twenty-four hours,
till the destruction of mankind.
Twenty-four hours,
to live till death closes in.
We thought we were immortal.
We thought we had forever.
Funny what happens,
when we let a president speak his mind.
We should have learned,
to tape his mouth shut.
Maybe then,
we would of had a chance to survive.
We should have locked him in a closet,
and threw away the key.
But now it's to late.
Fire lights up the sky.
It's beginning to look like hell.
I highly doubt things are going to get any better.
Twenty-four hours,
time seems to fly by so fast.
Twenty-four hours,
someone better call God.
This looks like the end.
This looks like...
It seems we're out of time.
Twenty-four hours,
and now we're all dead.
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<a name="#eighty four"> Phone Message </a>

I thought I heard you say,
the sky is falling.
Pretty soon you'll be telling everyone,
the world is coming to an end.
God, you thought you were a pretty damn good liar.
Truth be told,
I could always tell your pants were on fire.

You said you loved me.
I came to find out,
I wasn't the only one.
And when I confronted you,
all you did was lie.
You must think I'm blind.
That I don't see what's going on.
You call yourself the ultimate player.
I have another name in mind.
You can pack up your things,
and get out.
I don't want to see your face no more.
You can live with her for all I care.
Just as long as I don't see you any more.
By the way,
when you get this message.
I'll be gone.
By the way when you get this message.
I'll be... (beep)......
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<a name="#eighty five"> "One's Mind" </a>

Hey someone’s dying.
You better get Jesus right away.
This one is fading so fast.
We don’t know how long,
until the final breath is taken.
Until death creeps in.
It’s a quarter to eight,
and we’ve been up all night praying.
Someone better get help real soon.
Humanity is on the brink of extinction.
Oh sweet Mary,
it’s Armageddon.
Or is it the Apocalypse?
I always seem to forget.
Better read Revelations one more time.
Before the great flash of light hits.
God Almighty,
the Devil is running naked in the streets.
It must be bad,
if the King of Hell is running loose.
And as the celestial army,
takes to the battleground.
We can only have faith and hope.
That this won’t be the end of us.
As the ground begins to shake.
The power goes out.
I have a feeling,
We’re in for a ride of our life.
If we survive.
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<a name="#eighty six"> "My Letter to the Sniper" </a>

You son of a bitch,
what do you think your doing?
Your adding to the fear.
Your causing more terror.
I'm pretty sure,
your not right in the head.
That's why your on your spree of murder.
What other reason could it be?
Tell me.
I'd like to know
why you have an itch,
to take out innocent people.
Good God,
what the hell is wrong with you?
Don't you know the government will have your head on a platter.
Don't you know there's other ways to resolve your anger.
At first, I was going to tell you off,
oh what the hell you deserve it.
If you ever come around me,
you better pray to god that you have your gun.
And even then, you better pray some more.
You see I've grown up in the hood,
I've been shot at and stabbed.
I can grauntee you that I'm made of 99% lead.
I'm also Sicilian,
which means I have a temper.
It'll probably take a few rounds to finish me off.
But I'll see your ass later,
when your standing in front of Saint Peter.
And I'll be the one to pull the switch,
and send your ass straight to hell.
And only then will I be doing everyone a favor.
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Okay, now I'm totally pissed off at the music industry especially the big name labels. Bloody Hell!

<a name="#eighty seven"> "My Letter to the Music World Part Two" </a>

I'm back.
You didn't honestly think,
I'd let you off the hook that quick.
You suits.
You businessmen,
who make all the decisions.
I'm getting sick,
of what is coming out of the music world.
Out of your offices.
What the hell are you people on?
To turn a creative artist down,
for some trailer park trash.
This includes people like Britney Spears.
I mean come on,
have you seen the way she dresses.
My mama would beat my ass,
and I'm twenty-three.
Now to get back to the subject at hand.
It seems and it's pretty obvious,
all you care about is money.
So I'll give you something,
to think about for awhile.
Oh before I forget,
I'd like to give a shout out to Jordan Knight.
Hi love, hugs and kisses.
Anyway,
listen up suits.
I'll refuse to spend a damn dime,
on any of your factory made bullshit.
Instead I'll go to the artist's website,
and buy it from there.
As long as,
they have no ties with you.
Better yet,
I'll download it off the internet.
There ways of getting it.
And I know how to.
Oh, and then I'll tell my friends,
and they'll tell theirs and so on.
To boycott big labels like yours.
That way,
no one will buy your factory made bullshit.
The music world,
will crash.
And all of you will find yourselves,
out in the streets,
on your asses.
Without your million dollar homes,
cars,
or bling bling watches.
As for the creative artists,
they'll prevail.
With people like me,
they won't fail.
They'll get what they worked so hard for.
The respect that they deserve.
While you will be scraping to survive.
Let's see how you like living poor.
Having dreams.
And finding out those dreams,
will be crushed by greedy businessmen.
You know something,
you should really listen to the consumer.
When they tell you,
what they want to hear.
After all,
we're the ones that pay your bills.
If it isn't for us,
you'd probably be working in fast food.
Or better yet for Bill Gates.
Who is just as greedy as you.
So until you get real talent.
I don't think I'll be in a music store for awhile.
And if you want me to put that in writing,
I will.
As a matter of fact,
it already is.
Oh and I dare you,
to retaliate.
Because if you do,
you might find yourself putting up one hell of a fight.
Because I'm a writer,
and I can get people to listen.
Can you say the same?
Didn't think so.
So don't even go there.
And as for me,
I'm far from done.
This was just an appetizer.
On to the main course.
Oh and yes,
I am giving you the finger.
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<a name="#eighty eight"> "The Truth" </a>

Another Martyr burns.
And we're left to fend for ourselves.
We've got politicans in to sin.
And we're left to defend ourselves.
It seems when all hell breaks loose,
everyone gets in to hiding.
Running from a man made destruction.
Makes me wonder,
if we have a right to keep on living.
We hide our revenage with war.
We hide our hate with war.
We support our governments,
by turning our heads,
when they murder.
Just like the people back in the day,
when the Romans sacrificed Jesus.
Don't get me wrong.
Madmen should pay for what they've done.
But who are we to play judge, jury and executioner.
And who are we to support a President,
who does the same.
Someone speaks the truth.
Speaks their mind.
And we're so quick to burn.
When will we get the hint.
When will we get a clue.
The truth has to come out.
The truth has to be told.
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<a name="#eighty nine"> "My Letter to the President Part 3" </a>

You dumb jackass,
I write and write.
And still you refuse to listen.
You claim that men of Bin Laden's clan,
might strike the U.S again.
No shit,
what gave you that clue.
Could it be because they've been killing in Bali and Kuwait.
And while I'm on the subject,
answer me this.
"Is Bin Laden alive or dead?
It's been a year,
What the hell is taking you so long to find out?
Could it be because you and everyone who works for you has their head up their ass.
Or is that your too busy solving your family's problems.
Yes, we all know about your cousin.
That you forgot to check up on whatever happened to Bin Laden.
Must be really easy to make threats.
When your surrounded by secret service men.
Must be really easy to make threats.
When your hiding under your desk.
You've called a War on Terror,
over a year ago.
And you still have yet to show progress.
If anything,
everything has been mixed up in to one big mess.
Hell, I have a solution.
Why don't you send two hundred U.S. women,
over seas with P.M.S,
to kick some terrorists' ass.
We could probably get the job done,
better then some of those damn G.I. Joes,
you have over there.
Hell, I know we could.
Better yet,
send a couple hundred of thugs.
Men and Women.
I guarntee you after their done.
The terrorist will think twice,
before attacking anyone else.
By the way,
what the hell do you plan on doing about our sniper situation?
The one who is going around,
shooting innocent people.
You know besides worrying about attacks,
from over seas.
You also have to start worrying about the
homefront too.
I mean now the attacker is in Virginia.
What next Michigan?
I tell you something,
he comes to my state.
And start his shooting business.
I'll get my damn gun,
and put a bullet in his ass.
And you better think twice about arresting me,
because I'll claim self-defense.
So Mr. President,
we've given you more than enough time.
It seems to me you need to stop hiding,
and start leading.
It seems to me you need to stop wasting,
our hard earned tax dollars.
And start think of better solutions.
Because it's apparent,
your plan is just simply not working.
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<a name="#ninety"> "My Letter to the President, Bin Laden, Terrorists in General" </a>

Mr. President,
your a dumbass.
Mr. Saddam,
your a jackass.
Bin Laden,
you a pansie ass.
To any terrorist,
your just an ass.
And to Mr. Sniper,
I know why you carry a big gun,
to make up for the little one in your pants.
Guess what,
I'm having fun.
I told each and everyone of you off.
Now it's time to just tell you to shove it.
I'm sick of the B.S.,
I'm sick of the mess.
For the love of God,
give it a rest.
We don't care anymore.
Just drop the freakin bomb,
so we can all get to heaven.
If not,
just shut the hell up.
So we can get some peace and quiet.
Or I'll take my shoe,
size eleven.
And stick it where the sun don't shine.
There now I'm done.
That was fun.
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Part seven

Post by LadySaturn » Thu Nov 14, 2002 12:42 am

Part Seven

<a name="#ninety one"> "Angel Blood" </a>

Daughter of a Warlord.
Daughter of an ArchAngel.
She has angel blood in her.
She fights the world,
with what she's been given.
A sword,
and a book of God's word.
She's gone off to battle.
Against hell's army,
and the Devil.
Who would of thought,
she wouldn't return.
Her name would be written down,
for all of history.
But many for now,
would soon forget.
The Daughter of a Warlord.
The Daughter of an ArchAngel.
She has angel blood in her....
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<a name="#ninety two"> "Brought This Far" </a>

I was brought this far,
only to find out there is war.
I was brought this far,
only to find out there is hate.
I was brought this far,
only to find out there is revenage.
I was brought this far,
only to find out there is death.
I was brought this far,
to find out there is no truth.
I was brought this far,
to find out there is no peace.
I was brought this far,
to find out there is only diease.
I was brought this far,
to find out there is no love.
I was brought this far,
to find out how to die.
I was brought this far,
only to die.
Only to die.
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<a name="#ninety three"> "Late" </a>

I would of done anything for you,
if only you had asked.
I owe you my life,
for all you've done for me.
All you had to do was ask.
But you couldn't bring yourself to do so.
And now your stuck,
in something you can't get out of.
Would of ran to hell and back,
if I knew it would make a difference.
Would of died,
so you could live.
But now it's too late.
It's too late.
And you leave me hanging,
to wonder.
You gave in to quickly.
Maybe you shouldn't have surrendered.
You should have held on,
for at least one more hour.
But now it's too late.
It's too late.
And I'm left here,
to wonder.
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<a name="#ninety four"> "Daughter of Jesus" </a>

Crown of thrones and blood stained hands.
Someone is being sacrificed again.
The world takes their seat.
For the play is about to begin.
We pretty much have an idea,
as to how this will end.
Some will call it defeat.
For others it's a victory.
Either way,
we didn't have to pay,
in order to see the show.
We didn't have to pay,
to see the show.
They'll tell of the girl's history.
And how she is,
the daughter of Jesus.
It seems God wasn't satisfied,
with the crucfixition the first time.
So He's going to give it a second go around
this time.
As for the Romans,
they'll still get theirs.
But it'll be ten times worse.
Pretty much,
things won't be the same.
And of course,
this time it will be a woman,
on the cross.
Instead of a man.
And of course,
this time sins will be paid off in full.
And we'll no longer have to worry about
burning in hell.
Because this time,
men will come second,
and women will come first.
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<a name="#ninety five"> "Lady Of Angels" </a>

She wore roses in her hair.
And diamonds around her neck.
Knew no such thing as fear.
And was friends with Jesus.
She always left heaven,
once every year.
Giving God her word,
she'd be back.
Sooner or later.
She tried her best,
to understand mankind.
But could never quite figure out,
why they would want to destroy thier own world.
Let alone themselves.
She was a Lady.
A Lady of Angels.
Who at one point,
fought the Devil,
and won.
Who still loves mankind,
no matter what they do.
Takes care of nature,
and all of wildlife.
And returns to heaven,
when her job is done.
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<a name="#ninety six"> "Michael's Little Sister" </a>

The ArchAngel of war,
has a little sister.
Her name is still unknown.
For mankind has yet to learn.
She fought along side Michael,
when sending Lucifer to hell.
She was there,
when they hung Jesus,
on the cross.
She's been watching all the wars.
The world has started.
In the beginning,
she hung out with Adam and Eve,
in the garden of Eden.
She's not all that perfect.
She causes a little trouble in Heaven.
Every now and then.
And God has no choice but to laugh,
at all the silly little things she does.
After all He made her the way she is.
A boy crazed angel,
who sometimes gives her big brother a headache.
Not to mention the Devil.
She was the very first female angel created.
She's Michael's little sister.
And her name,
has yet to be told.
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Advisory: If you are Catholic, please take note that I'm not trying to offend you just speak my mind. Also know that when I write something, I never think about who I can piss off, I just write. Same with Christians or any other religious group. And if it does offend you, I won't apologize for it because I am a writer, this is what I do.

<a name="#ninety seven"> "The Damage is Done" </a>

Eleven o' clock news.
Madmen are killing again.
The damage is done.
Fighting with fear in the back of my mind.
I'll stay inside today.
Don't feel like playing in the rain.
The damage is done.
A crazed gunman is on the loose.
The government doesn't know what to do.
And someone says that it might be Bin Laden.
What else is new.
The damage is done.
Our kids are getting high in the school bathrooms.
While the teachers are on strike.
And the parents scream,
in order to be heard.
The damage is done.
Priests begin to clean out their closets.
Knowing that their going to get caught.
While everyone thanks God their not Catholic.
The damage is done.
Religions are fighting among each other.
Christians seem to always put themselves on pedal
stools.
Claiming their truly God's people.
Over and Over.
Again.
The damage is done.
Our President seems to always talk out the side
of his mouth.
It makes me sick.
Why can't our supposed leaders speak the truth.
The damage is done.
Someone is killed for being different.
Racism is an every day word.
What is becoming of this world?
The damage is done.
Bombs go off over seas.
I thought I saw a mushroom cloud.
Jesus, this just doesn't seem to be anyone's day.
The damage is done.
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<a name="#ninety eight"> MY LETTER TO THE SNIPER PART 3 </a>

Oh, Mr. Sniper you strike again.
Seems all you really want is fame.
And for everyone to know your name.
Which is kind of hard to do.
When you leave a note,
with only a phone number and a short message
to call.
What the hell?
Are you that dumbass backwards.
That you can't get your game plan straight.
If you want to bargain, you need to do it right.
Or don't do it at all.
If it was up to me and I was the police,
I wouldn't bargain with you.
Instead I'd hang you by your b****.
Anyway,
If you think I'm frightened of you think again.
I come from an Italian clan.
Your mild compared to them.
You can shoot your gun off all you want.
And think your the man.
But I guarntee you go up against three women,
PMS-ing.
You'll think twice about shooting.
By the way,
the reason I say three.
Is so two can hold you down,
while one is kicking your ass.
Jesus, your such a freakin coward.
You probably hide in trees.
Or on top of buildings.
Taking aim of your targets from there.
Because your so afraid to face anyone.
Why don't you just do us all a favor.
Get on with your life,
you loon.
And leave us alone.
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Note: Yes, I found a king for the planet mercury whoo-hoo. Thanks to the help of my friend Shawna. This one is dedicated to her since she thinks the guy that I'm writing about is such a babe. Hey, just as long as she stays away from Jordan Knight, I'll be freakin happy.

<a name="#ninety nine"> "King Mercury" </a>

Friend of King Jupiter's.
In the same line of business.
Singing.
Making women fall to their knees.
Blue-eyed babe.
Who will go far in his career.
Or so this writer thinks.
Can't ever seem to stay out of trouble.
Always has to push boundaries.
Break barriers.
To get what he wants.
And to do what he wants.
An Irish man from Boston.
Who I find out,
has a temper.
But don't we all.
Don't expect King Mercury,
to fall from stardom,
any time soon.
I have a feeling,
he'll be around for a long, long time.
And even after he's gone,
we'll still remember his name.
And that just like King Jupiter,
he seemed to always make the girls scream.
And faint..
King Mercury.
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<a name="#one hundred"> "News" </a>

Give me some good news for a change.
Don't care to hear the bad anymore.
Politicans can all go drown themselves.
They've sinned so much, I really don't give a damn.
Celebrities can all go jump off a cliff.
I really don't care about their petty problems.
And you can keep your religious beliefs.
That men come before God.
To be honest, their all one in the same.
Just take a look at the Catholic priests.
I hate to be them.
And until you get rid of the madmen.
I don't care about your recycled-renewed plan.
That will eventually fail in the end.
People are still dying.
Someone in Washington,
better start giving a damn.
We've got a nation screaming.
And by the way,
the weatherman says,
it's suppose to rain,
this weekend.
This weekend.
Give me some good news for a change.
Don't want to hear the bad anymore.
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<a name="#one hundred one"> "My World" </a>

You try to get inside my mind,
but I won't let you.
You want to know who I am.
And what I'm about.
I'll applaud you,
for trying to figure me out.
But you still can't pinpoint.
Not just yet.
And granted,
I know you have your doubts.
If I'm real,
or putting on a show.
I'll tell you this,
I'm as real as they get.
Oh and before I forget,
this is my world,
your just living in it.
You damn critic.
Just so you know.
This is my world,
and your just living in it.
You damn hypocrite.
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<a name="#one hundred two"> "Common Fear" </a>

I won't tell if you don't.
We've been hiding here for so long,
I think it's time we dig our way out.
No one told us,
we'd have to fight hell.
Oh lord,
there's the smell of blood again.
This is no longer our world.
That's quite clear.
I'm about to bury my head,
in the sand.
And forget there's a war,
going on.
We might as well face reality.
We'll never see the sun.
Unless it crashes and burns.
Only then,
will we have an upclose vision.
Fire falling from the sky.
Dig faster.
Maybe we can hide in the center of the earth.
That's if we don't go up in flames first.
Because this place is no longer safe.
Not for an angel.
And I don't feel like dying.
Not today.
Not just yet anyway.
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<a name="#one hundred three"> "Dante" </a>

Hey there little one.
Your daddy is real famous,
especially among the women.
When ever he sings,
they fall to their knees.
His looks alone,
make them want to faint.
Not to mention scream.
And there are some,
who look up to your daddy.
Like yours truly.
Your father had done a lot in his time.
Granted he may have his faults.
But we all do.
And all though,
he maybe busy with whatever he does.
He still loves you.
No matter what.
You'll always be his little boy,
you remember that.
And no matter what you do,
he'll always be there for you.
And even though he's king now.
I have a feeling,
one day,
after he's long gone,
you'll take his place.
Breaking many hearts,
along the way.
Little Dante.
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<a name="#one hundred four"> "BreakDown" </a>

Someone better break the spell.
And get this angel,
the hell out of here.
I'm so sick of this place.
I need to get away.
Just for a little while,
until I get my sanity back.
Or at least some of it anyway.
It's been so long,
since I had coffee with my soul.
I forgot the last time we had talked.
I even got God yelling at me.
Saying,
"Girl, you need to give yourself a break,
every now and then.
Keep going the way you do,
and you'll end up in the ground."
I laugh a little.
Knowing He's right.
But I still refuse to listen.
I keep my nose to the grindstone.
Working on a plan.
Working on a way out.
Out of this place.
Lord,
I think I'm have a mental breakdown.
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<a name="#one hundred five"> "My Angel" </a>

Brown-eyed angel,
who saved my soul.
With words of inspiration.
With words of love.
With words of hope.
He was my hero,
my role-model.
He showed me ways out of damnation.
Brought me a little closer to God.
Made me discover who I really was.
And who I was capable of being.
Brought light in,
where there was only darkness.
Without him,
I don't think I would have gotten as far as I did.
I tried to find ways to pay him back.
By writing poems,
such as "King Jupiter", "Role-Model", and even this one.
To me it will never be enough.
I'll owe him my life,
and then some.
To me,
he did more,
than he'll ever know.
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<a name="#one hundred six"> "Caught" </a>

Heard the news today.
Didn't really want to believe it.
Another Icon,
Another religious figure,
Another politican,
has taken a fall.
Their saying,
a lot will pay,
in order to see this hanging.
It's a cold day,
even in hell.
When people you thought you knew,
are put on trial.
You know,
they'll rat you out for treason.
And as soon as they do,
the Romans will come knocking on your door.
Putting you under arrest,
as they slam you on the floor.
I can always defend myself,
with the conspiracy theory.
Then again,
who ever won a case with that defense.
I could always claim insanity.
Yeah right,
like they'd believe that.
Oh well,
I'll just have to wait for my day,
when I get caught.
If I get caught.

(Side Note: Wrote this late at night. I had mixed emotions and this is what came out of them. Just thought everyone would like to know.)
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<a name="#one hundred seven"> "Two Sides Of Hell" </a>

She stands her ground.
Prepared to do battle,
on the battleground.
With sword in hand,
she looks around.
She's ready to deal,
with whatever is thrown at her.
And even if she gets killed,
they really can't touch her soul.

As he reaches for a way out of hell.
He realizes this is one battle,
he'll end up losing.
He looks around.
Wondering.
Where he exactly went wrong,
to end up here.
How could he have failed so badly.
Good God,
today just isn't his day.
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<a name="#one hundred eight"> "Eternal War" </a>

Bombs flying.
Words spoken.
Death rising.
This is how wars get started.
Presidents lying.
Madmen killing.
People crying.
This is how wars get started.

And you should have seen it.
The lights went out all around town.
Sirens started wailing,
and we knew it was the end.
We took shelter,
where ever we could find it.
In tool sheds, sewers and basements.
It still wasn't good enough.
It didn't stop what was bound to happen.
Our lives were on the line.
Our souls were running away.
Leaving us behind,
to fend for ourselves.
We knew we were in trouble.
When they,
took our bodies and threw them in the fire.
Leaving them to burn.
To be nothing more than ashes.
And as they watched on,
satisfied with what they had done.
We knew for sure,
that this was the end.
And there was no getting back,
what we once had.
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<a name="#one hundred nine"> "Problems" </a>

We let Jesus hang,
and this is what we get.
A world full of hate.
We've got religions fighting among each other.
We've got celebrities teaching our kids morals.
We've got television teaching our kids values.
We let Jesus hang,
and this is what we get.
We've got madmen killing,
just for the hell of it.
We've got a government,
who still don't know what their doing.
We've got scientists,
who can put a man on the moon,
but still can't find cures for our dieases.
We've got nations,
worrying constantly about the next terrorist strike.
We let Jesus hang,
and this is what we get.
We've got Presidents,
who are anything but intelligent.
We've got school systems,
falling apart.
We've got priests,
getting away with whatever they do.
We've got God,
still loving us after all we've done.
We let Jesus hang,
and this is what we get.
We let Jesus die,
and this is what we get.
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<a name="#one hundred ten"> "The Lady" </a>

War to her,
had no place in her heart.
Eyes of an angel.
Mouth of a sailor.
She believed in peace,
but would fight for what she believed in.
Never had time for a man.
Too busy figuring out her soul.
Dealt with the bad,
as well as the good.
Always made time,
to talk to God.
Was best of friends,
with the ArchAngels,
Raphael, Gabriel, and Michael.
And those are just the ones known.
Did the best she could,
to live her life to the fullest.
Always wrote down,
how she felt.
Even when she was heart broken.
Had a special communication,
with all of nature.
Never cared too much,
for worldly possessions.
And when she was given her wings,
she handed them back to God.
Claiming,
she wasn't worthy,
of such a high honor.
Her greatest fault,
being too modest.
And this is the true Lady Saturn.
The one and only.
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<a name="#one hundred eleven"> "Controversy" </a>

I choose to stay in bed today.
You can scream all you want,
I don't feel like dealing with the world.
Not today anyway.
So if you can..
keep your wars to a minimum.
Keep the madmen away.
Shut up whoever feels the need to talk a little too loud.
Or I'll get my baseball bat out and start swinging.
If someone calls,
take a message.
Tell them,
I'll call back later.
More or likely it would probably be Saddam.
Having nothing better to do,
than start name calling.
Or it could be the President,
wanting to argue that he thinks he's smart.
Why doesn't anyone else?
Or it could be Britney Spears,
fuming over the last article,
I wrote about her.
Hey you say something stupid,
I just point it out.
Anyway,
I'm gonna lay in my bed.
Maybe get some well deserved rest.
No need to go outside.
Not today anyway.
Tommorow however is a different story.
Chances are I'll probably piss someone off,
and cause a little controversy.
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<a name="#one hundred twelve"> "A Peace of My Mind" </a>

Ripped the phone off the wall.
Locked the door.
And spent the day with my soul.
Just laid on the floor,
looking up at the ceiling.
Trying to figure a few things out.
I've done a lot,
in a short amount of time.
You know you've made it,
when a senator speaks your name.
Calling you a disgrace,
to all of society.
To write something,
that would cause controversy,
among everyone.
To be honest,
I write what God tells me to.
I never really think if it'll cause a little hell,
along the way.
And if you don't like what I write,
then why are you reading?
Funny really.
My whole life,
I never thought I'd be put on trial,
for my beliefs.
Then again,
this is the same world,
that crucified Jesus,
without thinking twice.
Without so much as apologizing.
I still think He died in vain.
I still think our government is a joke.
I still think..
I still think..
Who cares what I think.
I'm only twenty-three,
what the hell do I know, right?
So quick to judge.
When someone points out faults.
Or speaks their mind.
Burn them at the stake.
Or put them away.
They must be crazy.
If only you knew.
That's how Saints become Saints.
And Martyrs become Martyrs.
But I choose not to be either.
I'm just a writer,
who has a lot to say.
And plenty of time to say it.
If you want to make a big deal of it.
Go right ahead.
You'll just make me a household name.
I'll become famous,
because of your hate.
I'll become famous,
because of your anger.
I'll probably be put on television.
A whole hour,
of speaking how I feel.
Of giving the world,
a peace of my mind.
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<a name="#one hundred thirteen"> "The Birth Of Saturn" </a>

Many wonder how I would die.
Will I go out with a big bang,
or just fade away all together.
They say my fifteen minutes of fame,
are over.
I say,
I'm just getting started.
I still have yet to show the world,
that I'm more than just words.
More than just a venageful writer,
who is a little too honest.
If they remember my name,
good.
If not,
then it's their fault not mine.
As long as they understand,
who I am.
And that I'm not just another creative mind.
But a person,
a woman with feelings.
With thoughts and ideas.
Who is trying to get back,
what was once God's.
And if I offend,
then that's too damn bad.
I refuse to apologize.
I refuse to give in.
You can threaten my life.
You can take away my freedom.
I don't care.
I'll fight for what I believe.
I'll fight to survive.
I'll fight for heaven.
This isn't the death of...
but the birth of...
Lady Saturn.
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<a name="#one hundred fourteen"> "False Prophet" </a>

She looks everywhere for her hero.
Someone forgot to tell her,
he ran away.
He took off,
out of town.
No one can quite figure out the story.
Seems he met his match.
He tried to fight God.
And ended up picking himself up off the floor.
That's what you get,
for letting your ego,
take over.
You start to think your immortal.
No one can hurt you.
But then your soul,
gets damaged.
And everything goes straight to hell.
Today just isn't your day.
And it looks as though tommorow will be worse.
She looked everywhere,
for her hero.
Someone forgot to tell her...
Someone forgot to tell her...
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Post by LadySaturn » Tue Dec 17, 2002 1:14 am

Part Eight

<a name="#one hundred fifteen"> "Dedicated to a Liar" </a>

You think you can walk in to my world.
Take my life,
and what little fame I have.
And that I'll sit back and not say a word.
I worked hard for what I got.
I'll be damned if I let you take it all away.
Using it for your own gain,
your own purpose.
You spread rumours,
you spread lies,
like it comes naturally.
And now you say I'm the one with problems.
I'm not the one who twists everything around.
Cause drama where there needs to be none.
Granted,
I'm no Saint,
but at least I know my faults and where I stand.
You claim your perfect.
Last time I checked,
you weren't Jesus.
I highly suggest you find a life of your own.
And leave me alone.
Or else I'll take matters in to my own hands,
and get my lawyer on the phone.
Then you'll really have trouble.
And I guarntee you,
it'll be more than you can handle.

(Side Note: I dedicated this poem, to a low life who thought she was playing me for a fool, truth be told I was on to her game in the beginning. Hey I'm a writer I have a sixth sense about things.)
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<a name="#one hundred sixteen"> "Human Emotions" </a>

Let me lay here,
just for today.
I need time to be alone.
I need time to think.
I need time to figure out my life.
It seems I did all I had to,
but it still wasn't good enough,
to keep me from ending up this way.
And let my kingdom fall.
Lord knows, I gave it my all.
And let my soulmate never find me.
I'm destined to be alone, anyway.
That's how most women,
who work for God,
got out anyhow.
And let the battle rage on.
I fought as long as I could.
And let them break down the walls.
I've already thrown my sword out the window.
And is this truly the end?
The lovely Lady Saturn,
going out like a coward.
I gave you that feeling,
like I was giving in.
To be honest,
I'm just fighting some human emotions.
And when the time comes,
I'll be back on my feet again.
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<a name="#one hundred seventeen"> AN ODE TO THE OAKLAND RAIDERS </a>

My Raiders,
my dear Raiders,
you beat the crap out of New England.
You sacked Tom Brady,
time and time again.
Shutting the offense down when need be.
You had God on your side,
which I highly doubt the Patriots had.
Which believe it or not,
is what you truly needed to begin with.
Rice you caught your passes,
and so did you, Tim Brown.
And special thanks to Gannon,
for actually throwing the ball,
instead of acting like a pansy.
You made the defense,
look like a bunch of catholic priests,
with their pants caught down.
Oh and funny me,
I almost forgot you made the New England owner look like a fool.
And the Coach an ass.
And when all was said and done,
you let us fans say the one phrase,
we've been waiting all year to say.
And that is,
"IT'S A SNOWJOB, PAYBACK BITCH!"
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<a name="#one hundred eighteen"> "Mission" </a>

You knew you were damned,
when you walked in.
You knew you were damned,
when you talked of sin.
You knew you were damned,
when you went against me.

She's a woman.
She's female.
She's harmless.
Were your exact words.
I wonder how you feel,
now that your laying on the ground.
Your face in the dirt.
I'm personal friends with Jesus.
And I know all the angels's names by heart.
God sent me here,
to take back what was once his.
And I refuse to let you stop me.
I'm on a mission.
I'm going to complete it.
Even if it kills me.
I'm going to let my soul,
take control.
And then you'll see,
just how much of a threat I am.
To you and your Roman empire.
There's a reason for the nickname.
Lady Saturn,
is more than just a Muse.
She's a soldier of the celestial army.
Who will one day,
take back what is God's.
And until that day comes,
I'll sit back,
and watch the human race,
make fools of themselves.
Of course,
causing their own destruction,
along the way.
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<a name="#one hundred nineteen"> "Soldier Of God" </a>

With her wings hidden beneath her coat,
and her halo in her backpack.
She sets out,
to fight the world.
And Lord knows,
when she'll ever make it back.
If she makes it back.
There are those,
who would love,
to see her fail.
Maybe even lose her soul.
But she refuses to give in.
Let alone,
let sin get the best of her.
She's gone too far,
to get where she is now.
She's been through too much hell,
to be where she is now.
She's fought all of man.
With sword in hand,
she prepares for her next battle.
A battle with the Devil.
A battle with Satan.
A battle with the world.
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<a name="#one hundred twenty"> "Ordinary Woman" </a>

She runs to the edge of her mind.
She's tried to drown herself,
in her soul so many times before.
She tried to find,
answers to questions that had none.
She questioned all of religion,
and got nowhere.
She fought the Devil,
and occasionally won.
She always wondered,
about the finer things in life.
But would settle for the simple instead.
She would consider everyone else's needs,
before she would her own.
She put herself last,
when it came to others.
She listened to everyone else's problems,
without interrupting.
Or gripping,
when it came to hers.
She would test God,
every now and then.
Just to make sure,
He was paying attention.
She was an ordinary woman.
With the heart of a Saint,
and the eyes of an Angel.
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<a name="#one hundred twenty one"> "Ode To My Mentor" </a>

I waited years,
to find the words to my emotions.
To tell you how I feel.
To try to break the ice.
But there's too many barriers,
to many walls,
that don't want to come down.
So I sit here.
Heart on my sleeve.
Yet at the same time,
I seem to always manage,
to tell the world off.
One way or another.
You taught me,
a lot about myself.
Gave me the tools I needed,
to make me, me.
A Lady,
with what some would say,
balls of brass.
Now don't get me wrong,
I've got class.
But cross the line with me,
and your just asking for trouble.
God brought you in to my life for a reason.
That much I know.
And as for the lesson,
I'm still learning.
I don't think,
I'll ever stop,
or ever turn back.
I've come too far,
to let the people I care about down.
So if your ever in my neighborhood,
and need a favor.
Look my number up,
in the phone book.
It's under the last name Darin.
Or better yet,
just ask for Lady Saturn.
The Siclian woman with the God fearing temper.
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<a name="#one hundred twenty two"> "Between Species" </a>

As we stood face to face,
like so many before our time.
We realized one of us is not leaving.
One of us won't walk away alive.
At least not from this fight.
Quarter past twilight,
and the sky,
turns a bitter grey.
The battlefield filled with blood.
Some innocent,
others guilty.
The color is all the same.
A dark red.
We all believe in God.
Yet, we're all different.
Some better looking than others.
Some smarter than others.
And it amazes me,
how love can bring about not just peace,
but also war.
I highly doubt that either of us will really win.
Since we've all sinned.
It all started with Adam and Eve.
And now it'll end with you and me.
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<a name="#one hundred twenty three"> "Joan of Arc: 2003" </a>

She's back again.
The twenty-three year old,
who brings fear to the heart of men.
She's still an angel among demons.
And she still gives the Devil a headache,
every now and then.
With her trusty sword in hand,
she takes on the world.
It seems no one can really stop from telling her story.
They still can't remember her name,
but they'll always remember the story.
To some she'll be a Martyr.
To others, a Sinner.
To her,
she'd rather not be either.
She's just a woman,
sent on a mission.
To get back,
what was once God's.
To find her place in heaven.
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<a name="#one hundred twenty four"> "A Little Advice" </a>

You look at me for answers.
As though I'm God.
As though I'm Jesus.
As though I'm a Saint.
As though I'm a Angel.
That's come to save you,
from you own doing.
Truth be told,
I'm just a red-blooded woman.
But the way some people talk though,
you'd think I was the Anti-Christ.
Or the next ruler of Hell.
I gave my opinion,
and spoke my mind.
Some people didn't take to kindly to that.
I offended many celebrities,
politicans,
and senators.
And now I found out,
you want to do the same.
Well I say,
go for it.
Give them something to talk about.
They have nothing better to do anyway.
But don't be too suprised by the outcome.
They'll want a hanging.
A sacrifice.
To their God,
the one all about power and greed.
A false idol.
A fallen icon.
Don't let them scare you.
Their more talk then anything.
And just a little piece of advice,
don't give in to fear.
Don't let them get a hold of your mind.
Because they'll screw it up,
like everything else.
And then you'll end up like them.
A mindless idiot,
with your finger up your nose.
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<a name="#one hundred twenty five"> "The Death Of Lady Saturn" </a>

God, there is too much pain.
Don't want to face another day.
All my relationships seem to go astray.
My life seems to be a constant struggle.
Everyone wants my head on a platter.
I spoke my mind,
and this is where it got me.
A death sentence.
I've got Jesus reading out of the bible,
as we walk down the hall,
to face my fate.
I've got Joan,
telling me,
"Well at least your not getting burned."
I never thought I was smarter.
I never thought I was better.
My words seem to always get turned around.
And everyone screams from my head.
They want to see me dead.
Hell,
I never seemed to have this problem on Saturn.
I had the freedom,
to write what I felt.
What God told me to.
Without being judged.
Or having stones thrown at.
What the hell ever happened,
to my God given right,
to say what was on my mind.
Lord,
heaven forbid,
I shouldn't follow the crowd.
I should believe in a government,
that lies, steals and cheats.
I should...
Oh hell with it.
I'm ready for heaven.
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<a name="#one hundred twenty six"> "Gesu" </a>

I left this world a while back,
only to return and see that everything went straight to hell.
I gave my life.
Let stakes,
be put through my hands.
And now,
this is how it ends.
A world full of sin.
A world full of hate.
A world full of greed.
A world full of pride.
It seems the human race,
hasn't evolved too much from the Roman days.
They still want their way.
No matter what you say.
And as for the soldiers my father sends.
They seem to always get prosecuted,
for crimes they didn't commit.
If anything,
this world has taught me one thing.
You speak your mind,
you will eventually die.
You better follow the crowd,
or you'll eventually die.
Well I chose to die.
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<a name="#one hundred twenty seven"> "God's Daughter" </a>

They called her a "Wonder Woman".
The next superhero,
to take on the world.
But she left her cape at home.
And she prefered the moon over the sun.
She was somewhat rebellious at times,
and would fight anyone.
But on the other hand,
she would get so easily bored.
She'd just walk away,
if there was nothing to gain.
Her name was everywhere and anywhere all at once.
She couldn't escape.
Even if she wanted to.
She was trapped in a life,
she no longer knew.
So she played with the cards,
she was dealt with.
And figured,
if she kept society on their toes.
Then she was doing what God sent her to.
She was doing what she was told.
If you don't know her by now,
she's the angel,
down at the end of the bar.
Drinking all the men under the table.
She's God's Daughter.
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<a name="#one hundred twenty eight"> "Vigilia (Eve)" </a>

You called her crazy,
and maybe she was.
But you should have seen the way,
she took on a thousand men.
She proved them all wrong,
and made them feel quite small.
When they talked of religion,
she talked of God.
And when they spoke of hell,
she reminded them of heaven.
They were about politics.
She was all about philosophy.
They tried to figure out ways to handle their problems.
She was already solving them.
They made their deals with the Devil.
She was friends with an Angel.
They prefered cigarettes.
She smoked cigars.
They all wore suits.
She would rather wear baggy jeans and her Raiders jersey instead.
She made them feel ashamed.
You could see it in their faces.
She had fire in her eyes,
and a spark in her heart.
A Queen among Kings.
She was a Lady,
with a lot to say.
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<a name="#one hundred twenty nine"> "A Dedication to all the Good Men" </a>

Yes, I know.
Us women can sometimes rant and rave,
but you men have to remember,
you sometimes do the same.
Now don't get me wrong.
I'm not trying to point fingers,
or put the blame on anyone.
I'm just here to remind you,
that women are human too.
We have our mood swings.
And yes,
we even throw things.
But it has nothing to do with you.
It's just what we're going through.
And chances are,
if you see red in our eyes,
it's the wrong time to be asking questions.
We of course,
want your comfort and support.
But it would also be a big plus,
if you would listen.
It's only fair.
We help you when you fall,
You at least could do the same.
But no matter what,
I love you all.
Each of you,
hold some sort of special place in my heart.
Oh hell,
here I go again.
I'm getting all emotional.
And I know for a fact,
even though you get on our nerves.
That we'd miss you greatly,
if you weren't around.
Especially at night,
considering some of us would get extremely bored.
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<a name="#one hundred thirty"> "Celise" </a>

I put you in the back of my mind.
Would seem easier,
to forget you all together.
Time.
Can make you forget a lot of things.
Just like who your real friends are.
It was a silly little fight.
But still we grew apart.
Funny how stupid we were.
To let something so petty,
come between us.
After all he was just a boy.
A ordinary boy.
Who caught the shine in you eyes.
And left the rest of us to hang.
It seems you had more time for him,
rather than for me and the gang.
I realize now,
after all these years,
that you were in love.
I was so stupid,
to try to ruin it.
But it's too late to tell you now.
Your already gone.
I recieved the call.
I heard.
It's ironic,
how quickly we can go like that.
How danger and death,
always seem to go hand in hand.
Oh and by the way,
that same little boy you fell for,
has grown up a bit.
He now hangs out with me and the others.
It seems we can't stop reminiscencing,
about when you were around.
We've all gotten older,
some of us with kids of our own.
We'll never be able though,
to escape the past.
Or you.
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<a name="#one hundred thirty one"> "My Peace" </a>

Flew around space,
to find a nice little place.
Somewhere to settle down.
I found it on Saturn.
A little planet,
that seems to stick out,
from all the others.
Mercury seemed a little blurry.
Venus seemed to always make a fuss.
Mars is always on fire.
Pluto had very little to do.
Uranus was just like Venus.
Neptune had too much water.
Earth had no truth.
The sun and the moon,
were well the sun and the moon.
Jupiter had it's own ruler.
So I found my own peace in Saturn.
I found my place on Saturn.
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<a name="#one hundred thirty two"> "Celebrity" </a>

You built your kingdoms,
out of money, power and greed.
I've built mine,
out of faith, love and truth.
You can act like the world,
revolves around you.
I'll give credit to God.
And only God.
You can put yourself first.
I'll put myself last.
We'll see who falls fast,
in the end.
Who's kingdom will crumble,
and turn to dust.
Brick is stronger than wood,
it's just a known fact.
You should of thought of that,
before you believed the lies,
and bought in to the hype.
You better believe as fast as you rise,
you soon will fall.
Your fifteen minutes,
are almost gone.
I'd make a new move,
while you still got the chance.
Why there still is time.
Do you hear that?
I think the end of the world,
is about to come.
I think I saw an angel,
heading this way.
So much for the beginning of a new day.
So much for being a celebrity.
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<a name="#one hundred thirty three"> "God's Little Wrath" </a>

She brought the best of both worlds,
without having to raise a hand,
or say a word.
She stood on many battlefields,
fighting for what she believed.
A native of a distant planet.
No one was able to figure her out.
That didn't bother her any.
She was just doing her job,
working for God.
She has no halo.
And hides her wings,
for fear of the man made government.
Don't get me wrong,
she'll fight till the death,
but she does get scared like everyone else.
She speaks the truth,
knowing she'll probably get in trouble.
She'll probably be burned.
Just like the others before her.
She's put on display,
to be judged.
To have everyone ridcule,
and throw stones at.
To break whatever courage,
she has left.
They do their best,
to keep her silent.
But trying to keep someone like her quiet,
is like trying to tape God's mouth shut.
She's His little wrath.
The one that will bring mankind,
to their knees.
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<a name="#one hundred thirty four"> "Thoughts" </a>

Time to break the silence.
Time to tell the truth.
Time to take a stand.
Time to face death.

This is how every martyr's life begins,
and ends.
This is how every Saint is born.
This is how every angel is known.
This is how the Son of God dies.

Strange we let religion influence us,
more than God.
We let our governments make deals,
with the Devil.
While we just turn our heads.
We let everything go to hell.

And maybe we were damned,
before we were born.
And maybe we were damned,
before we knew of sin.
And maybe we are damned,
as we lay down,
and die.
As we lay down,
and die....
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Before I begin, let me explain something here. I just read a recent interview K.J (J.K) did with a magazine of some sort. That is what brought this poem about. And yes I would send it to him, if I knew his address, but I don't. So I'm posting it.

<a name="#one hundred thirty five"> A Letter to King Jupiter </a>
(You know who you are bubba)

Dear King Jupiter,
So I've heard,
you made a name for yourself.
You've made something of yourself.
I'm happy for you.
I just hope you don't forget,
where you've been.
Or where you came from.
I just hope you don't forget,
God.
And all those times he helped you.
With your problems,
wether they were big or small.
I just hope you don't forget,
all the hell,
you had to endure.
To get where you are now.
And I just hope you don't forget,
who you really are.
Don't ever lose yourself,
to this crazed out world.
It's not worth it.
Don't ever forget,
your true fans.
Not the ones who claim to be,
but the real deals.
The real ones,
who have your back,
no matter what.
I just hope you don't forget,
to give the world hell,
while still hanging on to your soul.
Believe it or not,
it is possible.
And I hope you don't forget,
after your long gone.
That people like me,
will still remember your name.
That you made a small mark,
in the lives of so many.
Including this Lady.
Love, Hugs and, Kisses,
Lady Saturn.
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Post by LadySaturn » Wed Dec 18, 2002 11:55 pm

Part Nine

Dedicated to my ex.

<a name="#one hundred thirty six"> "P.M.S" </a>

You must be so insecure,
you have to latch on to the past.
That no longer exists.
Hell, your one of those men,
that can't seen to let things go.
But then again,
why doesn't that suprise me.
You were always the type,
to run and hide,
when trouble came about.
You'd leave me to sort out the mess.
Somehow pick up the pieces,
and learn to carry on.
It's been awhile,
since we last saw each other.
You don't even recognize me anymore.
I've grown up a bit.
I've learned to become strong.
I've learned to be independent.
I've learned to stay away from men,
like you.
And maybe I have you to thank for that.
Then again,
maybe not.
But don't get mad.
It's just my mood swings,
remember?
Oh, what did you call it?
That's right,
P.M.S.
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<font face=rockwell color=purple><a name="#one hundred thirty seven"> THE OTHERS </a>

She was dead,
before she entered the room.
She knew that much.
With all eyes on her,
she knew she had to do something.
So she raised a little hell,
with the world.
Gave society,
something to gasp about.
She came busting in,
with peace, faith, love and truth.
And when she left,
she knew she did all she could.
There would be some,
who would try to lay her soul to rest,
way before her time was to come.
But she fought back,
and wouldn't let them.
Unlike the others before her,
she plans on leaving more than a mark.
Unlike the others before her,
she plans on leaving not only her legacy...
But God's as well.</font>
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<font face=rockwell color=purple><a name="#one hundred thirty eight"> A SOLDIER'S VIEW </a>

Since birth,
I was a soldier.
I carry the mark of heaven,
on my soul.
I go to war,
with hell.
Knowning I might not make it back.
Gesu spoke of faith.
I'm just going to fight,
to risk my life.
To make sure the truth is seen.
To make sure the truth is heard.
I know there are people,
who don't believe in a higher power.
They refuse to.
It would mean they'd have to give up,
their worldly possessions.
Leave it all behind.
And there are just a few,
who aren't ready to do that.
As for the supposed men in control.
The ones who make all the decisions,
for the rest of us and the world.
Someone should have told them,
you screw with God's plans,
and whatever you do,
will eventually backfire,
and come right back to you.
The biggest mistake we've made,
was thinking God was stupid.
When in reality,
we were the dumb ones.
I just hope,
that future generations,
learn from our mistakes.
I just hope,
history stops repeating itself.
I just hope,
God will give us enough time,
to fix all the wrong we've done.
To fix what we did.
This is my view.
This is a soldier's view.</font>
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<font face=rockwell color=purple><a name="#one hundred thirty nine"> SATURN: A WOMAN'S FURY </a>

I head back to saturn,
with a suitcase full of dreams.
The people of earth,
don't need them anyway.
Their too busy,
fighting amongest each other.
Their too deaf,
to even hear the truth.
So I stand,
on the rings of saturn.
Looking down.
I'm done talking.
I'm done reasoning.
I'm done with it all.
The next sound you will hear,
will be me screaming.
You think the world has problems now,
just wait and see.
God isn't the only one,
who's going to show His wrath of fury.
This woman,
has claws.
And she isn't afraid to use them.
Hate me or love me.
I don't care either way.
You want to crucify me,
for my honesty.
Go right ahead.
Just remember to look up.
Because in the end,
you'll have to answer to Him.</font>
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<a name="#one hundred forty"> "DIED TODAY" </a>

He died today.
Said he had to go.
Had to be on his way.
Never let us say good-bye.
He just up and died.
We knew something was wrong.
We just thought,
he would get better as time went on.
And on..
He died today.
Didn't have much to say.
He left,
before we could say good bye.
Some of us,
are still wiping the tears from our eyes.
He layed down and pretend to sleep.
But the Angel of Death came around,
took his soul before he got buried in the ground.
And now we weep.
Because He died today.
He died today.

(Okay so no one freaks out, it isn't my father. That old bastard ain't leaving me yet. My pet cat Mr.P, died this afternoon, so I've been in and out of it. He was sick for the longest time everyone thought he was going to get better. He just laid down to go to sleep or so we thought only to end up dying. I was the lucky one who found him. It's been twice as hard for my father, since that was his cat. We just thank god, Mr. P is no longer in pain and that he blessed us with a kitten by the name of Runt, because that's what she is. Our other cat Miss. Viper, was Mr.P's mama. She seems okay now, but I have a feeling it won't sink in until she totally realizes he's gone. Damn, I hate it when animals die. You get so close to a pet, they seem like family, then they end up dying. I hate this shit.)
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<font face=rockwell color=purple><a name="#one hundred forty one"> FROM SATURN </a>

"Hello...Hello..
Anyone out there?
Saturn has been...
There was a great war...
Does anyone know...?
Does anyone know...?"

A thousand years later,
and the scars still show.
A war that should have never been started.
But it was.
People on saturn back then,
were just like the people of earth today.
They thought they knew it all.
They thought they had complete control.
Until hell broke loose.
Fire fell from the sky,
and the four horsemen,
made their debut appearance.
God sent them,
to teach the people of saturn a lesson.
One that has never been forgotten.
It seems faith, love, hope and peace,
go a long way.
You just have to believe in it,
in order to see it.
I just hope you people of earth learn,
before the chance is gone.
I just hope you people of earth learn,
from all the mistakes we made.
I just hope you people of earth,
never have to utter the words,
it looks like the end of the world.
I just hope...

Damn, disconnected...</font>
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<font face= rockwell color= purple><a name="#one hundred forty two"> NO PEACE ON SATURN </a>

"Hey there.
Where have you been?
It's the Lady of Saturn.
The one and only.
It's quiet here.
You can see all the stars,
as they light up the sky.
Light up the..."

I lay down on the rings of saturn.
Looking up at the night sky.
It's so peaceful.
Until you hear the sounds of bombs,
going off nearby.
It seems the people of earth,
still have yet to learn.
Even from this distance,
I can here all that goes on.
One man thinks he's right.
Another thinks he's God.
Everyone is into themselves,
and no one seems to be too big on faith.
Or the whole idea anyway.
Good Lord,
what a headache.
I'll just lay here,
and try to ignore.
But that noise...
Someone should do something about that noise.
Sweet Jesus.
I guess if no one else will,
then it's up to me.
Hell, so much for my sanity.
Let alone peace.</font>
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<font face= rockwell color= purple><a name="#one hundred forty three"> MARTYR SOLDIERS </a>

You don't tell them,
then there won't be any problems.
You open your mouth,
then we'll all get burned for the truth.
We all made a promise.
Don't you dare back down from it.
Not now.
Not when the war,
is close to becoming all too great.
Snap out of it.
I know it can be hard,
when you haven't seen the light for awhile.
When you even start to forget your name,
and your on your last cigar.
So you need something to calm your nerves.
Think of why we're doing this to begin with.
For faith.
For truth.
For God.
For Heaven.
For our souls.
For our future.
For all of those who have recently found,
and for all of those who still have yet to know.
You side with the enemy,
none of us will win.
Let alone,
see a brand new day.
So go ahead,
open your mouth.
If you think it'll save you from death.
Your going to be in for a suprise though.
Because the Devil,
never keeps his promise.</font>
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<a name="#one hundred forty four"> THE KIN </a>

She spoke the truth.
She got crucified.
Only to be resurrected.
Just like someone else before her.
Like a phoenix,
she rises from the ashes.
Using faith as her sword.
As her weapon of choice.
The world is in for one hell of a surprise.
Because she isn't going nowhere.
Not until she finishes her mission.
When the Devil hears her name,
he runs in fear.
The Romans have given up,
prosecuting her,
because they know they'll never win.
She's the Kin.
The Kin,
of a man,
who once died for our sins.
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<a name="#one hundred forty five"> PAST 4 </a>

As the snow falls,
you smoke the hell,
out of that cigar...

You were never one,
to give up on those things.
I see you still have a problem controlling
that anger.
Why doesn't that surprise me.
In a fight,
you always brought fear in to the heart of any man,
who stood up against you.
I think it was that animal.
The one that hides deep inside of you.
So what brings you out here,
in the dead of night?
Oh, that's right.
Your still looking for your past.
The one you lost,
when they decided to mess with your head.
They played God,
and now your the one paying for it.
I bet you'd love to sink your claws
into them.
Find some way of revenage.
But their no longer around,
And all you truly have left,
are fading memories.
And of course,
the nightmares.
That cheat you out of rest.
So where are you heading next?
I hope it's a place where you find,
what your looking for.
I hope it's a place,
that holds your past...
Your past..

Damn, you were never good with good-byes.
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<a name="#one hundred forty six"> PAST 5 </a>

I smell the scent of cigar smoke.
Chances are your back again.
Chances are you didn't find a trace,
of your past.
Not one damn clue.
So why do you keep,
coming around me.
I don't have the answers you need.
You should know that by now.
So don't try scaring me,
with your shiny little claws.
I see,
the animal that resides,
still makes all the decisions.
It must be hell,
not remembering your real name.
Who you once loved,
or where you come from.
I'm sure that picture,
the one of the girl,
could be the key.
You just need to know how to use it,
in order to unlock that door.
You need to find her...
And maybe then you could find your past.
And maybe then you could find you.
Before it's too late...
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<a name="#one hundred forty seven"> COMMANDMENTS </a>

Blood is shed.
Innocent die.
And history repeats itself once again.
This never truly ends.
Only skips a generation,
from time to time.
Jesus died in vain,
when we failed to learn our lesson.
God tries to speak,
but everyone refuses to listen.
And the chosen few,
the ones who don't turn their back,
are later crucified.
We watch the news,
and shrug our shoulders,
happy that it's them,
and not us.
What the hell has happened?
Have we gone mad?
Or are we too high and mighty about ourselves,
that we could care less about our neighbors.
Funny,
how we worry so much about following man's laws.
That we're willing to break God's commandments.
You know,
those top ten commandments,
the ones that were set in stone,
for all to see.
And don't get me wrong.
All I'm saying,
is that every religion,
can disagree all they want.
But they believe in one thing.
The same thing.
God.
Maybe if they took time to listen,
they'd soon realize this.
But what do I know.
I just happen to be a twenty-three year old.
I just happen to be a woman.
I just happen to be one of His soldiers.
Who has seen her fair share of war.
Think about that,
the next time you decide to shed blood...
Or have a disagreement,
about His commandments...
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<a name="#one hundred forty eight"> "CROSS" </a>

There's an alien among us.
She's not one of us.
Some believe,
she came from another planet.
Maybe even a distant star.
She carries herself like a soldier,
ready to do battle with anything or anyone.
Preparing herself for what seems to be
a unknown war.
Could she be a superhero,
sent to save our world.
Or point out the faults of mankind.
It's not quite clear,
as to who she is.
But it's not to hard to see,
that cross.
The one she bares around her neck.
To understand that it is connected,
in some way to God.
That cross.
The one that Jesus,
carried on his back.
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<a name="#one hundred forty nine"> "LADY SATURN: LISTEN UP" </a>

My friends,
I sit on the rings of saturn,
once again.
With words of hope and peace,
for those who think there are none.
Since my planet is closer to heaven,
I get to see and talk to God,
from time to time.
He tells me,
to let men fight among each other,
because in the end,
they will eventually have to answer to Him.
Now don't get it wrong,
protest if you must.
Just remember,
that He gets the last word.
Therefore He'll be one with the final say,
as to what is just,
and what is not.
He'd also like me to point out.
That the false prophet thing,
also includes presidents.
Not just madmen.
And while we're on the subject,
I have a message for Bush and Saddam.
God forgives you for what your doing.
He just doesn't forget.
So if you think you have some major problems,
just wait until you stand before Heaven's door.
Don't be to surprised,
if you see the Father himself standing there.
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<a name="#one hundred fifty"> "OUR NATURE" </a>

This world has gone mad.
And God,
is far from happy.
Get it in your heads,
He didn't send his son to the cross,
so we can mess up time and time again.
He didn't send his son to the cross,
just for our sins.
You can't establish peace by shedding blood.
Or so it's been told throughout history.
We just refuse to listen.
Mankind has yet to learn their lesson.
And you can't guarntee the safety of the innocent.
Get it in your head,
your not God.
You can't blame a whole country,
for a few madmen.
And don't give me that same whiny speech,
that america is much as a victim,
as they are.
We live better than they do.
We can do what we want,
we can say what we want,
without the fear of being put to death.
And as long as I'm being honest,
I'd like to point out,
our american government,
even ourselves are far from being Saints.
So don't even go there.
I could remind you the many faults,
within our own government systems.
But that's not me.
I'm better than that.
Granted, I've sinned.
I'm just as much to blame,
as anyone else.
But at least I realize what I've done.
I don't try to run or hide from it.
Or try to make myself look good,
compared to my enemies.
Here's a thought.
Why doesn't every country,
get rid of their weapons of mass destruction.
Oh lord,
did I just say that.
Heaven forbid,
it should ever come to that.
Then there would be peace.
There would be no need,
for our man-made government.
There'd be no such thing as war.
No hate.
No fear.
No violence.
What so ever.
And the only laws we would have to follow,
would be that of God's.
You know the ten little commandments.
I guess our president,
forgot the thou shall not kill.
It probably slipped his mind.
Or he probably skipped that page in his bible.
Funny,
how we memorize God's words,
but we have yet to truly understand.
An eye for an eye,
is not justifiable.
The Devil just makes us,
think it is.
We've drifted so far from God's good grace.
I wonder how He can stand,
putting up with us anymore.
I wonder how He can still love us,
after all the mistakes we've made.
After all the damage we've caused.
I wonder if He'll still love us,
after we destroy the world.
I mean after all,
if it was to come to an end.
It would be by our hands.
Not by God's.
We'd blame Him though,
like we always do.
Using the same pathetic excuse.
That it's our nature.
To point the finger at something,
or someone else.
That it's only our nature..
Our nature..
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<a name="#one hundred fifty one"> "The Rebirth of the Amazon" </a>

Someone screamed war,
and she showed up out of nowhere.
Carrying a sword,
and dressed like a warrior.
The Rebirth of the Amazon.
She comes from a different tribe.
Trying to establish peace,
where there is only blood-shed.
And only using her sword,
when she has to.
She spreads her wings,
and shows the world,
that she carries the sign of God.
She doesn't plan on leaving.
No matter what anyone tries to do.
She's going to be around for awhile.
She's been sent on a mission,
and she's going to see through it.
Even if it means death.
She is the Rebirth of the Amazon.
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<a name="#one hundred fifty two"> "Mankind's Fault" </a>

Fire lights up the sky.
Innocent lives are taken.
And this war,
is going nowhere fast.
The celestial army,
is staying out of this.
God's orders.
He says we have to learn from this mistake.
To not always believe the words,
of false prophets.
Even those who rule from a certain house.
God warned us in His Book.
I guess we just missed that chapter.
Or never really payed much attention to it.
Either way,
we're on the verge of not just killing our brothers,
but ourselves as well.
We're taking peace,
and throwing it in to the pits of hell.
It just seems we don't give a damn anymore.
We'll blow everything sky high,
just to prove that we're right.
When the truth is,
we've been wrong all along.
We've just been too blind to see it.
And I fear,
that we won't truly understand,
until Jesus makes his appearance.
And by then,
it will be too late.
Because it will be our fault,
that everything came to a sudden end.
It will be our fault,
that our souls will be damned.
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Part 10

Post by LadySaturn » Fri Dec 20, 2002 2:05 pm

Part Ten

<a name="#one hundred fifty three"> "Last Call" </a>

She hangs out,
with Michael,
as they drink their cares away.
No worries.
Just a girl and an angel.
Drinking their cares away.
The world,
and God,
can wait.
They don't feel much like fighting today.
The Devil,
and Hell,
can wait.
They don't feel much like fighting today.
They'll just drink all their cares away.
Until there's nothing left,
but an empty bottle.
An empty bottle.
Someone seems to always lose their soul.
at the bottom of a bottle.
Last call...
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<a name="#one hundred fifty four"> "Ariel's Story" </a>

Got Gesu living next door.
Got the Archangel of War,
sitting on my front porch,
reminiscencing about when he sent Lucifer,
straight to hell.
And I've got God,
mowing His front lawn.
There was a day,
when the world truly needed us.
We were all important,
especially God.
But now we're nothing more,
than a distraction.
A nusiance.
We're so close to being extinct.
Mankind,
thinks they have the whole life thing figured out.
They think they can run the show,
and nothing terrible will happen.
But when it does,
they then turn to us,
including God,
to blame.
Only then do they know we exist.
I think they forget,
that they cause their own undoing.
And even though,
Gesu in some way,
died for their sins,
died for peace.
They seem to mess it up time and time again.
I think,
religion has something to do with it.
It seems when religion had appeared,
faith went out the window,
and mankind started to fight with one another.
Brother against brother.
Sister against sister.
It makes me wonder,
if Gesu should of went to the cross,
and gave His life,
for such selfish beings.
Oh well,
at least I have the satisfaction,
of knowing that in the end,
mankind will get a reality check.
A sort of wake up call.
Until then though,
I'll sit on the front porch,
listening to the Archangel of War,
tell his stories.
Stretching my wings,
and waiting for the day to come.
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<a name="#one hundred fifty five"> HITMAN FOR GOD </a>

She should of listened to Gabriel.
Only now does she realize it.
Standing on the battleground,
fighting all of hell.
Any other day,
any other life,
she'd stay in bed.
She wouldn't think nothing was out of the ordinary.
But for some odd reason,
she was chosen.
To take on a world,
that obesseses over themselves.
That forgotten about God,
and all the lessons His son taught.
So now she takes center stage.
To all the ridcule,
and name-calling.
To all the stone throwing,
and judgement.
From those who think their so perfect.
It doesn't worry her though,
no matter how many tell her it should.
She's got a cross around her neck,
and Archangels as bodyguards.
And if that don't work,
she can always make that call to God.
She'll do anything to make sure the Devil doesn't win.
She's gonna finish this mission...
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<a name="#one hundred fifty six"> DIFFERENT </a>

So you scream.
And scream.
You want to be heard.
But then again,
you don't.
All you ever wanted,
are the same things you've been denied.
All this time.
All along.
The world will try their best,
to have their way with you.
So get out the claws,
and show your wings,
because this is gonna be one hell of a fight.
Nothing really comes easy,
not when you want peace.
It wasn't for Jesus,
what makes you think your any different.
What makes you so damn different.
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<a name="#one hundred fifty seven"> NOW AND THEN </a>

Right about now,
she'd be preparing for another day.
Another battle,
with a world that isn't quite her own.
Everyone knows who she is.
The one with Angel Blood.
A warrior who isn't afraid to bare her claws.
A sinner to some,
a saint to others.
The Lady of Saturn.
And with that cross hanging from her neck,
you can tell what side she fights for.
What team she's on.
As for what people will say,
they'll always talk.
No matter what she does.
So she figures she might as well cause a little controversy.
And break down a few walls,
along the way.
That'll give them something to really gossip about.
And don't listen to everything they say.
They'll tell you,
she's doing it for the fame and money.
Little do they realize,
what she's truly about.
Then again,
these people are fools.
They'll believe a lie,
as long as it sounds good.
And she knows this.
But it doesn't bother her any.
She doesn't judge,
she leaves that job to God.
She's set on a course,
that will take her to new heights.
And whatever demons there are,
she'll confront them.
And whatever problems that come along,
she'll do her best to solve them.
Even if she has to look to the skies,
every now and then.
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<a name="#one hundred fifty eight"> UNSPOKEN WORDS </a>

You called to say,
you'd be late.
Twenty years have gone by,
and no word.
So what made you think,
she'd honestly wait.
She gave you the benefit of the doubt.
But forever is a pretty long time.
And no one lives forever.
So...
please be on your way.
And don't leave your bleeding heart,
at this front door.
You had your chance to tell her.
You blew it.
Unspoken words,
are the hardest to come by.
Until you get older.
By then though,
someone has already met their fate.
It's far too late....
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<a name="#one hundred fifty nine"> THE UN-NAMED SAINT </a>

Fire fell,
and the brimstone carried it's all too familiar scent.
The ground began to split,
and up rose hell.
Bringing the Devil with it.
We right then,
called for a hero.
Anyone to bring a stop to our end.
And even though we interviewed many,
we seemed to somehow over look the girl.
The one with the claws.
The one who was standing by,
just waiting for the right time.
But we'd never allow that time to come.
It would take God,
to point out our mistake.
To think,
she never really asked for anything.
Just sacrificed herself,
for our miserable souls.
She won the battle,
and saved our lives.
Only to lose her own.
It's sad that it has to end this way.
It's sad that we finally realize we were wrong.
As we bury our little saint,
six feet under ground.
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<a name="#one hundred sixty"> AZRAEL </a>

Lady Saturn and Azrael.
One rules a planet.
The other happens to be the Angel of Death.
Who would of guessed,
these two happen to be partners in crime.
Causing their own little hell,
where ever they go.
Giving the world something to talk about.
While God shakes His head,
and smiles.
They can do no wrong in His eyes.
He after all created them.
He knows what their capable of doing.
And they have yet,
to do any real harm.
They just tend to give mankind a headache,
because they make society think.
Especially when it comes to the truth.
As for the Devil,
he's about to pull his hair out of his head.
Because their driving him up the wall.
Don't get me wrong though.
Cross either one of them,
and you better watch your back.
They've fought in way too many battles,
and have yet to back down from a fight.
To God,
their two of a kind.
To the world,
their a nightmare.
That never ends.
Azrael and Lady Saturn.
Oh Lord,
Heaven will never be the same...
again.
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<a name="#one hundred sixty one"> PAST 3 </a>

As you wonder through the snow,
you smoke your cigar,
and bare your claws.
Your still trying to look for your past.
Something that remains lost,
as time rolls on.
You find more questions,
and very few answers.
And you wonder,
if you'll ever be the same again.
As you fight with the animal within you.
As you let the insanity get the best of you.
Your on the verge of losing it.
You've always had a quick temper.
You were never one to control your anger.
And I believe,
if it wasn't for your stubborn ways,
you probably would of been long gone by now.
Women adore you.
And yet,
men fear the sound of your name.
Your a man,
who seems to always get his way.
You seem to always put people in their place.
You tell them like it is,
and your not afraid of anything or anyone.
At the same time,
you drown your inner fears,
down at the local bar.
It's the only way,
you know how to deal with the pain...

As you wonder through the snow,
you smoke your cigar,
and bare your claws.
I just hope you find what your looking for.
Before the animal in you,
competely takes over...
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<a name="#one hundred sixty two"> ODE TO THE OLD KING OF SATURN </a>

Listen old man.
It's your daughter,
Lady Saturn.
Seems you gave everyone a scare,
in the beginning of the new year.
While heaven and hell,
were battling for your soul.
Everyone almost lost their mind,
trying to figure out what went wrong.
And while you layed up in your bed,
unaware of what was going on.
I sat next to Azrael,
the Angel of Death,
knowning my faith,
was being tested.
I made a deal with God.
Told Him if He let you live,
I'd find more time,
to spend with you.
I wouldn't complain so much,
about things that don't really matter.
I'd let the world slide,
every now and then.
Just as long as you got to breath again.
Well time went on,
and you got better.
I kept in contact with all the angels.
And made sure you fully healed.
I even sacrificed nights of rest,
to make sure you were okay.
To this day,
I still do from time to time.
I even fight off the Devil,
when he shows his ugly face.
And now,
your story,
has been told.
And now,
people can know.
the Old King of Saturn.
My daddy.
The one and only.
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<a name="#one hundred sixty three"> SHEKIN </a>

She's wanders this earth.
Only to be over-looked.
Only to never be spoken of.
Her history,
is not very clear.
As to how she came about,
is still yet to be determined.
I do know this,
when you speak of faith.
You speak of her.
When you speak of truth.
You speak of her.
And some would say,
she knew Jesus,
before He was introduced to the cross.
She even knew Joan,
way before Michael did.
She's been there,
during every war.
During every plague,
every diease.
During the good, the bad and the in between.
And even though,
she can't be seen.
She's still around.
Sitting next to God,
up in Heaven...
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<a name="#one hundred sixty four"> "LIVE" </a>

She awakes to another day.
Her muse is starting in again,
and God has left a message,
on her answering machine.
She gets dress,
and steps outside,
just in time,
to see the Angel of Death fly on by.
She's on her way,
to another meeting with Jesus.
She sits in church,
wishing...,
the preacher would once speak the truth,
for a change.
She goes home,
turns on her T.V.,
and pretty much hears the same.
A government so full of pride and hate,
their willing to claim war,
against anything or anyone.
She just shakes her head,
as she lays down in bed.
Closing her eyes,
she hears the bombs land nearby.
She prays to God,
to survive.
To live.
For at least one more day.
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<a name="#one hundred sixty five"> "HEAVEN AND HELL" </a>

She opens the door to her soul.
Only to find God and the Devil,
making a deal.
The world has turned upside-down,
why not heaven and hell.
Jesus has been found,
drinking down at the local bar.
And the Angel of Death,
is cruising around,
in some fancy car.
The world has turned upside-down,
why not heaven and hell.
Michael is no longer the ArchAngel of War.
Azazel no longer collects souls.
The world has turned upside-down,
why not heaven and hell.
Martyrs don't need to die,
for what they believe in.
Everyone becomes a saint,
there's no such thing as sin.
The world has turned upside-down,
why not heaven and hell.
Why not Heaven and Hell.
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<a name="#one hundred sixty six"> "SACRIFICED" </a>

Death keeps knocking,
but everyone is afraid to answer.
Funny,
how some of us are so quick to scream war,
while the rest of us protest.
Forget fighting with another country.
There's a battle in our own backyards.
There's a battle among each other.
We let the government,
put fears in to our hearts.
Truth be told,
we were the ones who created terror.
I hear,
God is laughing at mankind.
We're acting like fools,
and we don't even know it.
We're letting the world,
get the best of us.
By the way,
I got Gesu on the phone.
He's getting fed up,
with what we've been doing.
He's starting to wonder,
why He ever went to the cross.
Why He was ever sacrificed.
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<a name="#one hundred sixty seven"> "BEFORE" </a>

Little sister,
don't ever blame yourself.
It's never yoru fault.
He was the kind of man,
that probably never knew any better.
He probably learned it from his father.
When you first,
laid eyes on him,
you thought he was your world.
Now there seems to be problems.
All you ever get is unhappiness.
It's time for you to break the cycle.
Get the hell out of this mess.
Before it's too late.
Before your kids suffer the same fate.
Before he raises his hand.
Before you end up..
End up...

(Side Note: This was very hard for me to write, considering that abuse especially among women is such a touchy subject. It didn't stop me from writing this however.)
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<a name="#one hundred sixty eight"> "LADY SATURN: HER WORDS" </a>

I sit on the rings of Saturn.
Watching from a distance.
A world causing it's own destruction.
Men not fighting for God,
but rather for their own reasons.
Power and greed,
seem to be their main motives.
And they don't care who dies,
as long as they get what they want in the end.
Lord,
if they only knew.
There's alternatives to solving their problems,
rather than shedding the blood,
of innocent victims.
But what the hell do I know,
right?
Well,
maybe you should take a look at where I come from.
A dead planet,
that was once so full of life.
It was once a place,
that many people called home.
It's now a wasteland.
A reminder of a harsh war.
A battle that nobody won.

So now I sit here,
on the rings of Saturn.
Watching from a distance.
A world that can prevent it's own destruction.
A world that doesn't have to end.
At least not by the hands of mankind.
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Okay before I begin typey-typing. The reason I've been gone for awhile is because I had a really bad chest cold which turned in to a sinus congestion thing, which turned in to one big mess, but I'm better now. By the way, that coughing from the planet saturn was me.

<a name="#one hundred sixty nine"> "PSYCHE OF THE MIND" </a>

Brought back to reality.
Only to discover true life,
is more gruesome than anyone wants you to believe.
The only things the world has to offer,
are what you really don't need.
Government is a joke.
God isn't answering his phone.
And mankind is bound,
to cause their own destruction.
When will this all end?
Or is this the so called "new beginning"?
Are you willing to prove the theory,
that there's life after death.
Or do you prefer to hide,
behind the lies that you were force feed.
You remember the lies.
Uncle Sam is your friend.
The Devil is actually good.
And of course free speech.
It's okay,
as long as you don't cross the line.
There's a war.
No doubt about it.
But it's not over seas,
it's inside your own head.
And until you realize that,
your not only killing yourself,
but others that just happen to be around.
Those you never knew existed.
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<a name="#one hundred seventy">"SAINT/SINNER" </a>

A saint becomes a sinner.
A sinner becomes a saint.
And life goes on.
Maybe we'd be better off,
if we let the world end.
Hell, we're so deep in sin,
we can't really figure out,
what Gesu was all about.
We believe everything we're told.
It's easier than facing the truth.
So much easier than facing what we've done.
Not only to ourselves,
but to those we love.
Maybe we can go underground.
Hide for awhile.
Just until we find the meaning of peace.
Just until we can actually get a hold of God.
That's if He'll talk to us anymore.
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<a name="#one hundred seventy one"> "A LADY'S RAGE" </a>

This isn't about those who have died.
This isn't about the good of a country.
This isn't about you and me.
This isn't even about God.
It's about a man-made government,
and their gun-ho president.

Innocence will be killed.
Madmen will never really pay.
It's all a political game.
To washington, it's just another day.

Bush uses his religion as an excuse,
for all he's doing.
Truth be told,
it's all about revenage.
And men who refuse to admit their wrong.

This isn't about those who have died.
This isn't about the good of a country.
This isn't about you and me.
This isn't even about God.
It's about a man-made government,
and thier gun-ho president.

It's about a Lady's rage,
and just how much she's fed up,
with all the bullshit.
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<a name="#one hundred seventy two"> "THE MANY RINGS OF SATURN" </a>

There are many rings of Saturn.
Each one,
represents her different kinds of mood swings.
She can be happy one minute,
and mad as hell the next.
It all depends though,
on the time of day.
And if she chooses to be a Lady,
or not.

There are many rings of Saturn.
Each one,
represents her different kinds of beauty.
A sicilian amazon.
A angel priestess.
A lady with a lot of class,
but who also has balls of brass.
Or so you've been told before.

There are many rings of Saturn.
Each one,
represents who she truly is.
A lover to some.
A fighter to others.
She can either be a saint or a sinner,
it all depends on how you look at her.
Just remember,
if you ever need to find her,
to look past Jupiter,
at the little planet,
the one with the rings around it.
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<a name="#one hundred seventy three"> "TO MY FRIEND HEATHER" </a>

If you see a purple car,
rolling down the street.
That's my friend Heather,
a lil kim wannabe.
Good god,
I don't know how many times she's been told,
"Your irish and your white."
She doesn't care to listen.
She's thinks she's the next Queen Bee.
The next female rap star.
Even though she can't rap or dance.
And the way she dresses,
could blind anyone.
Don't get me wrong,
I love her like a sister.
But she sometimes gets on my last good nerve.
As a matter of fact,
thanks to her,
I don't think I have any left.
Not since I've been invited to appear on Jerry Springer.
You see,
because Heather is somewhat big bone,
she thinks she's all that.
Which is fine,
if she didn't dress like she worked on division.
So now thanks to her,
my name will be known world wide over.
And not in a good way either.


(Sorry guys, I just felt the need to write this one. Considering Heather woke me up at four this morning, blasting her car stereo in my drive way. By the way, I was dreaming about Jordan Knight. Actually it was a good dream, one that I wanted to finish but couldn't because some lil kim wannabe felt the need to come over and wake me up because she wanted to hang out after being at the bar most of the night, drinking like there was no tommorow. Thank god, not all my friends are like her or I'd go insane.)
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<a name="#one hundred seventy four"> "LADY SATURN'S WARNING" </a>

There's a war going on.
Not just on earth,
but between all the planets,
and heaven.
Except..
Except for saturn.
The last time there was war,
the planet greatly suffered.
And to tell you the truth,
the people of saturn,
have learned their lesson.
There can be no peace,
when blood is shed.
There can be no peace,
when innocence falls dead.
But you people of earth,
will soon find out.
When your little spacecraft,
flys by my planet.
You'll truly see what happens,
when there is war.
It'll be a year though,
before you truly know.
And by then,
I fear it will be too late.
You will probably have already destroyed yourselves,
and your future generations.
All because of pride and hate.
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<a name="#one hundred seventy five"> "TO KING JUPITER, FROM LADY SATURN" </a>

Brown-eyed angel,
can't find his way into heaven or hell,
but can make his way into so many hearts.
Women still scream,
at the sound of his name.
And they simply faint,
when they hear his voice.
There are those though,
who would like to see him fail.
So they try to ruin him,
with rumors and lies.
It seems,
they have nothing better to do with their lives,
than cause trouble.
Their just jealous.
Their just fools.
They just want everything he has.
Even more.
Truth be told,
I think they want to be him.
A King of Jupiter,
who has yet to give up his throne.
A man,
who refuses to back down.
And as long as Lady Saturn is around,
to watch his back of course.
Those with the Ph.d's,
have something to fear.

(Note: Ph.d's- Playa hater degree: for those who don't know.)
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Part eleven

Post by LadySaturn » Sat Dec 21, 2002 6:49 pm

Part Eleven

<a name="#one hundred seventy six"> "Strong" </a>

I see the secrets you hide,
in those eyes of yours.
I see the soul you hide,
in the depths of your eyes.
And I wonder,
who could of hurt you so,
to make you want to hide.
Who could of made a grown man,
like yourself,
want to cry sometimes.
You shut yourself down,
when it comes to your feelings.
And all though,
you may look strong on the outside.
It still doesn't take away from the fact,
on how you are on the inside.
If I could spare you the pain,
the hurt,
you know I would.
But I'm afaird if I got too close,
you'd run and hide from me.
So I stay put.
While you rule all of Jupiter.
All of Jupiter...
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<a name="#one hundred seventy seven"> "Sinner" </a>

I looked to the sky.
I saw the end of the world,
and the beginning of death.
Gesu was hanging out,
on the front porch.
While all the angels flew on by.
And I only knew it was a matter of time.
So I laid my body,
down on the ground.
And prayed.
I prayed.
That somehow out of this madness,
I would be spared.
That out of all this craziness,
I wouldn't be the one,
sticking around to see the end.
I guess,
prayers sometimes have to go unanswered.
That's how God,
makes witnesses.
That's how God,
makes sure these kind of things,
never happen again.
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<a name="#one hundred seventy eight"> "To My Anima" </a>

I ran as fast as I could.
But you caught me,
before I could fall.
It seems hell,
has a way of making fools.
So I'll stay on Saturn,
while you explore distant land.
Go ahead,
offend the King of Neptune.
See if you'll make it out alive.
No use in calling an angel,
to help you now.
Your on your own.
Or so God would have you believe.
So easy to blame everyone,
when they all did the same.
So who are you going to blame,
when there is no one left.
You can always pull me out of the fire.
But who is going to save you,
when it's your turn.
I can't as well leave you,
to burn.
So I guess I'll have to return,
the favor once more.
And prove to the world,
that I'm more than a pretty face.
I'm off to save you,
my anima.
My soul.
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<a name="#one hundred seventy nine"> "Only on Christmas Day" </a>

Only on Christmas Day,
will I let Preston,
out of prison. Image Image
One day and one day only.
Will he be allowed to play. Image
But he can not moon.
He can not go near Bags's Pub.
And he must stay far away,
from all the planets including saturn. Image Image
And so it is written.
However if he choses to disobey,
and decides to show his butt. Image
He'll be sent back,
faster than flies on $***.
Head my warning, Preston,
I've got an army, bubba.
Don't make me use it. Image
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<a name="#one hundred eighty"> "THE NEW YEAR" </a>

The new year is approaching,
all my friends and I are partying.
Of course in the Kingdom of Saturn. Image
Bags's Pub is rocking,
and we'll soon all be realizing.
That Preston will be paroled soon.
The parole board has made their finally decision.
And Preston will soon be a free man. Image
Sweet Jesus,
let's just hope he doesn't show his can. Image
So ring in the new year,
ring in the new year.
I have a feeling,
there soon won't be any peace on Saturn. Image Image
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<a name="#one hundred eighty one"> "SHROUD OF TURIN" </a>

I lay on the floor,
wrapping myself in the Shroud of Turin.
I don't really think Gesu would mind.
At least it's being put to use.
I need to hide,
if not for a day,
then maybe a year.
Even the strong have their days.
And today is mine.
Don't feel much like talking.
Don't feel much like doing anything.
And is it me,
or is this world getting a little crazy.
We have politicans,
claiming we kill for peace.
Like that will make everything okay.
As if by some miracle,
that should make us feel better.
And don't get me started on religion,
that's just as worse.
I wonder,
if God has turned his back on us.
If He's even listening anymore.
It's funny,
how you should be throwing stones at someone else.
When you have skeletons in your own closet,
dear kind priest.
And what's that Senator man,
you say you have taken as much as you can.
No surprise,
considering there's so much money falling out of your pockets.
Hmmm...
I wonder.
Then again,
I think I'll stay laying on the floor.
Wrapped up in the Shroud of Turin.
The Shroud of Turin.
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<a name="#one hundred eighty two"> "LADY SATURN: THE RULER" </a>

She wears the rings,
around her wrist.
She has the stars,
in her hair.
She has a lot of class,
but also balls of brass.
Her eyes,
hide her soul all too well.
Secrets that have yet to be told.
Locked away from the rest of the world.
And if she wanted to,
she could make you believe,
in anything.
A man's heart,
she tries to win.
But the fight she's losing.
Love won't allow it.
So she sits on her throne.
Tears in her eyes,
she rules alone.
Another part,
of Lady Saturn.
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<a name="#one hundred eighty three"> "SATURN'S WRATH: LOOK OUT RAIDERS" </a>

Oh where,
oh where,
was my offensive line.
Seems they had their heads,
up their asses.
And as for Gannon,
you threw hardly any passes.
Seems to me,
your head was in the clouds.
If not up your arse.
You barely ran the ball,
for afraid you might get hurt.
Well listen you old fart,
there were a lot of people,
depending on you.
And you let us all down.
I hope Bill Calhanan,
tears you a new one.
As for my defensive,
I felt sorry for you guys,
you did the most you could,
and still came up empty handed,
at the end of the day.
By the way,
that sound you hear,
is the sound of thunder,
the Wrath of Saturn.
You better win it next year.
Or that sound of thunder,
will never leave your heads.
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<a name="#one hundred eighty four"> "OH MY GOD..." </a>

Oh My God,
I lost Preston.
Everything was just fine,
for awhile.
I knew where he was at all times.
Because I was the one,
who sent him there.
I just don't understand,
I looked away only for a second,
and now he's gone.
Either that,
or I accidentually,
left him on a distant planet.
And just plum forgot.
Anyway,
I'm in trouble.
Because now his parole officer,
wants to know his where-abouts.
If I don't find Preston soon,
my arse will be grass.
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<a name="#one hundred eighty five"> "ONE SAINT TO ANOTHER" </a>

Hey there Joan,
it's been awhile.
You've pretty much kept your distance.
Heard you high-tailed it out of town,
because everyone wanted to see you burn.
You offended the Devil's son,
when you spoke your mind.
By talking of the truth,
to them you did wrong.
And now the fire,
is calling your name.
I don't know how long,
I can keep them back.
We're under heavy attack,
and my army is fading fast.
But I'll do my best.
Just get away as far as you can.
And remember to drop me a line,
from time to time.
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<a name="#one hundred eighty six"> "SUPERIOR" </a>

If an angel dies,
is the world still saved?
Or do we burn in hell,
for all our sins.
Does God,
even care anymore?
Or is He too busy,
watching football to give a damn.
And what do we make of the Devil?
What could possibly be his story?
It seems he lies too much.
He no longer knows the truth.
Sometimes I wonder,
if Jesus ever returned,
would we know his face?
Or would we treat him like a common criminal,
until we knew his name.
We're so afraid of others,
we sometimes are too blind to see,
what's going on with ourselves.
Everything we try to solve with war.
I wouldn't be to surprise,
if we blew ourselves away,
one of these days.
And can you hear that,
someone made the Angel of Death cry.
Good God,
all of heaven is weeping.
Yet,
we're still too stubborn,
to say we're ever wrong.
We have to always be right.
We are after all the human race.
We are superior.
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Before I typey type. I know it's been awhile with me, but a lot of crap went down over here. And well, why my father was in the hospital, I had a lot of time to think and write and this is one of the things I came up with. Yes, LadySaturn is back officially on her throne. Ready to rule and ban Preston yet to another planet, as soon as I find one he hasn't been on.

<a name="#one hundred eighty seven"> "The Abyss" </a>

Where demons dwell,
and death roams.
An unbearable smell.
The smell of blood.
It lingers in the air.
The Devil knows this place,
it is his home.
They wait with patience.
They wait in silence.
For soon they will be released.
Their time will eventually come.
God warned us,
we should have listened.
Gesu warned us,
we should have listened.
Now we have to answer,
to the Abyss.
I just hope,
the crosses around our necks,
will be enough to save us.
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<a name="#one hundred eighty eight"> "LAST DRINK" </a>

The sky goes black.
The end is near.
Gunfire is going off,
and some of us aren't coming back.
Where there was once peace,
there is now war.
Fear,
is the only thing on people's mind.
That and how to survive.
This world has lost contact,
with God a long time ago.
Kind of makes you wonder,
if He even answers his phone anymore.
The government is so full of pride and ego,
it's making me sick.
I hope the Devil,
is getting a kick out of this.
It's the end of the world,
and I'm on my last drink.
So pass the bottle,
and for god's sake,
hold off on the nuke,
until I'm done.
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<a name="#one hundred eighty nine"> "HEAVEN'S WAR" </a>

Fire lights the sky.
The ground splits in to two.
And you wave good-bye.
Some of us,
aren't coming home.
This thing is bigger,
than you and I.
Heaven and Hell,
are fighting again.
What am I suppose to do?
God already sent his angels.
Things get worse,
before they can get better.
I shouldn't have to tell you this.
You should of known,
that the Devil,
would send his army of demons.
Battle lines are already drawn.
It's just a matter of time.
Someone better get Michael.
Some of us aren't coming home.
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<a name="#one hundred ninety"> "PETTY PROBLEMS" </a>

Walking through the fires,
only to end up getting burned.
Realizing you should have gone insane,
years ago.
Slipping through the cracks of time,
you get older.
And nothing ever gets better,
only worse.
God,
if this is life,
what's the point of living it.
You'll sooner or later die,
like everyone else.
War.
Dieases.
Murder.
Things you see,
on the channel eight news.
Governments are allowed to kill.
But heaven forbid,
you should speak your mind,
or you'll go straight to hell.
Double standards of mankind.
Backstab your best friend.
Just because you wanted to.
Just because you knew how.
Let's all throw stones,
at one another.
Maybe that'll ease the pain a little.
Petty problems,
all one in the same.
Petty problems,
and everyone is to blame.
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<a name="#one hundred ninety one"> "A LETTER TO KING JUPITER'S SUPPOSED FANS" </a>

I read what you wrote.
I hear what you say.
Any other day,
I would not say a word.
But today is just one of those days,
and I feel this has to be said.
Why the hell,
can't you leave the man alone.
I know he's a celebrity.
I know he's in the spotlight.
But that still doesn't give you any right,
to invade his privacy.
Asking questions that are so immature.
Now don't get me wrong,
I'm not saying all his fans.
Just those,
who refuse to act their age.
I'm a fan,
that much is true.
But you don't see me asking immature shit,
now do you?
And your probably wondering
who is this bitch.
LadySaturn is the name,
and I speak the truth.
Don't like it,
get the hell out.
Because I made a promise to look out for King Jupiter,
and that's what I'm doing.
By the way,
want to know where I live.
It's the sixth planet from the sun.
It's the one called saturn,
duh, you dumb s**t.
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<a name="#one hundred ninety two"> "FIRST" </a>

Sit back,
your going to enjoy this ride.
It takes you far out into space.
Away from the earth's petty problems.
And way past any solar kingdoms.
Some refer to it as heaven,
others call it hell.
To me,
it will always be home.
Well at least,
a vacation spot.
A place to rest,
and not worry.
At least for a little while.
Until things blow over,
or blow up.
Which ever comes first.
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<a name="#one hundred ninety three"> "WHO DO YOU TURN TO?" </a>

Death to all that use to be.
Death to what was once the reality of life.
The world has turned upside-down.
Things aren't what they use to be.
God isn't home.
He isn't answering his door.
Don't even bother,
the Devil is way too busy,
to even give a damn.
He's in hell's kitchen,
making dinner for his wife and children.
And Jesus,
the last time anyone saw him,
was on that cross.
So if we can't rely on angels,
or make deals with demons.
Who are we suppose to turn to?
Who do we trust?
Our man-made government.
That's a joke.
Put your faith in them,
and your just asking for trouble.
They'd rather give into death,
then tell you or the public any kind of truth.
But go ahead,
turn to them in your time of need.
See if they'll truly save you in the end.
Or run out on you,
and save their own behinds,
from being blown off the face of the earth.
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<a name="#one hundred ninety four"> "MYSTERY" </a>

After all these years.
After all this time.
She still hides her wings,
from the public eye.
And even though there are tales,
of her fighting Lucifer,
with sword in hand.
No one has actually witnessed it.
But a lot claim they know her story,
her song.
So they tell it.
Spreading the rumors,
of who she could be.
A daughter of Jesus.
A soldier of God.
A ruler of a distant planet.
And these are just a few.
There's no doubt that she's a Lady.
As to her origin,
that still remains a mystery.
Maybe one day,
she'll actually reveal her secerts.
Until then,
we'll just have to sit, wait,
and see.
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part twelve

Post by LadySaturn » Tue Jan 07, 2003 12:44 am

Part Twelve

<a name="#one hundred ninety five"> "Missing" </a>

Oh where,
oh where,
can Preston be.
I've got his P.O on the phone,
bitching at me. Image
Seems he's violated his parole.
And will be sent back to prison,
if he don't see his P.O. soon. Image
Sweet Jesus,
I hope he isn't secertly planning revenage. Image
On poor innocent saturn. Image
Good God,
the last thing I need to see,
is a full moon. Image Image Image
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<a name="#one hundred ninety six"> "THE LIFE OF A MUSE" </a>

Way down below.
Into sleep.
Into my dreams.
You somehow crept,
and stoled all my thoughts.
Figuring you would use them,
as your own.
But I caught you,
before you snuck back out.
Now your mine,
and mine alone.
Your dreams are my dreams.
Your hopes are my hopes.
Your problems are my problems.
Your love is my love.
Your pain is my pain.
Your anger is my anger.
Your peace is my peace.
Your gain is my gain.
Your hate is my hate.
Your loss is my loss.
Your truth is my truth.
Your lies are my lies.
Your life is my life.
Your death is my death.
This is the life of a Muse.

*Dedicated to MoonGem: After reading your poem "Moon's Gem", I had to write this for you. Also dedicated to the rest of you guys out there, to you and your muses. I also dedicate it to my muse, even though she is being a pain in the butt right about now.* Image
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<a name="#one hundred ninety seven"> "IT'S TIME TO BURN THE BUSH" </a>

Oh sweet jesus,
our president is a moronic idiot.
Not only does he send all our troops over seas.
But he leaves us totally defenseless.
What the hell are we suppose to do,
when tradegy hits,
Call the freakin reserves.
Give me a break.
And now it seems that if your jobless,
you get more benefits than those who actually work.
Our dear stupid president has signed a bill.
A bill that will give the jobless more money.
What the hell is wrong with this picture.
Someone needs to tell the mama's boy,
that instead of handing out money,
taxpayers money,
he should use the money to create more jobs,
and take better care of our country.
Oh but heaven forbid,
we should tell the idiot how he should do his job.
He was raised in the south,
by hoot nanning he's as smart as a donkey.
Okay,
whatever you say jackass.
That's why we're now jobless,
defenseless,
and oh yeah some of us are homeless.
Way to go bubba.
Way to go.
I say it's time to burn the bush.
Burn the Bush. Image
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<a name="#one hundred ninety eight"> "EARL" </a>

Earl,
is my cold bug from hell. Image
Who decided not to only infest my body,
but my soul as well. Image
He came on a Sunday,
and has stayed ever since.
No amount of alcohol or medicine,
will make him go away. Image
What's worse,
is now that he's invited his little friends.
Lou the headache,
and Sam the sneezes.
Oh sweet jesus,
when will this end?
Wait a minute,
I hear music playing...
Oh my god,
their throwing a party,
inside my body. Image
Why me?
Of all the people Earl could of bothered.
Hell, there was Preston. Image Image
But oh no,
Earl had to take residence,
inside this vessel.
And get on the last good nerve,
of Lady Saturn.
Image Image
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<a name="#one hundred ninety nine"> "WARNINGS" </a>

You better get this letter on time.
If not,
then we're all dead.
The war is so out of control.
I think hell,
is even staying out of this one.
And don't bother with God,
last I heard,
he's on vacation.
All the angels,
packed their bags,
and left.
We're on our own.
And to think,
we laughed at all the warnings.
All the signs.
We thought we were better than everyone else.
Nothing can harm us.
We should of known,
that mankind can cause their own destruction.
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<a name="#two hundred"> "INSIDE THE MIND" </a>

She lays her heart on the line.
Only to end up swimming in tears.
Only to end up with no answers.
She was just five minutes too late,
to tell him how she feels.
She saw the lights,
and heard the sirens.
And before she knew it,
his story would be on every channel.
She bangs her fist on the wall,
wondering what she could of done different.
Oh,
how much she wanted to be the hero.
The one that would show up,
in the nick of time.
Or the angel,
who could protect him,
with her wings of love.
But she was five minutes too late,
and she'll never get over that fact.
As the ambulance leaves,
she's left there,
watching from a distance,
as she is overcomed by her emotions.
She was just five minutes too late.
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<a name="#two hundred one"> "LETTING GO" </a>

I sit on the rings of Saturn.
I imagine there can be no truth,
if no one is willing to admit it.
Love was something I could never express.
I'd rather give in to death,
than bare my feelings.
That was just the way I was.
I mean what did you really expect.
You knew I was on the verge,
of a breakdown.
I had myself to work on.
And in the process,
I forgot about you.
And in the process,
I let you down.
Without knowing.
Without realizing.
I let you go.
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<a name="#two hundred two"> "DEAD" </a>

Quarter past dead,
and I highly doubt,
anyone will notice yet.
There's a war inside our heads.
Not just on the battlefield,
but deep inside our minds.
And I fear,
it's effecting our souls,
that some of us,
can actually see the road to hell.
Does God really save the damned?
Or are we on our own?
We should have learned.
He gave us the truth,
and we let the Devil,
help us turn it in to religion.
No wonder death,
is a regular in this place.
No wonder death,
loves to show his face.
And don't bother looking for help,
there is none.
We've sinned so much,
we now have to pay.
Forget the beginning of a new day.
And all those fairytales.
This is the real deal.
Next stop..
Hell.
It's a quarter past dead...
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<a name="#two hundred three"> "MORTAL HEART" </a>

Black-winged angel.
Caught her heart.
Stole her soul.
Would of gave her life,
to make sure he was safe.
Would even go through the fires of hell,
if need be.
Everyone thought of him,
as a demon.
But she didn't care.
He was a man of many sins.
But she still didn't care.
She loved him for him.
No matter what problems,
there where or could have been.
She was determined to keep him
by her side.
Until the end of time.
Until there was no such thing as love.
Until she would eventually die.
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<a name="#two hundred four"> "A LETTER TO A MUSE" </a>

Hey Lady Saturn,
We caused a lot of hell,
didn't we girl?
We showed them,
what a writer and a muse are all about.
But our job is far from over.
So stop daydreaming about King Jupiter,
and listen.
This world has their own government,
which they call society.
Let's see if we can't mess with them for awhile.
After that,
we can head down to the local bar,
and see who is going to fall from God's grace first.
Then we can rest a bit.
Until someone opens their mouth,
claiming their speaking the truth.
You know one of those high class politicans.
We'll of course,
have to set that person straight.
Oh lord,
I have a feeling,
our job will never be done.
As long as there is controversy,
we'll always be around.
That's just the way we are.
A writer and a muse,
giving everyone including the Devil,
a headache.
It seems we do nothing but offend.
Oh well.
I guess not everyone,
is going to agree with what we say.
Or write.
See you later,
M.D.
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<a name="#two hundred five"> "LADY SATURN'S ARMY" </a>

Lady Saturn,
has sent out her army,
to find Preston. Image Image
It seems the man,
has skipped out all together on his parole. Image
And now he must answer to the lady in charge.
The main director of the parole board. Image
Who just happens to be the angelic Lady Saturn. Image
And don't bother asking God,
for help, my dear man.
For you see,
this is out of His hands.
And don't look to Bubba,
he can't help you with this one.
Considering he now works for me. Image
HA! HA! HA!
Do you hear those sirens?
That's my army coming. Image
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<a name="#two hundred six"> "LADY SATURN: A PIECE OF PAST" </a>

If you look for me,
you'll find me hanging out on Saturn.
All alone.
I was never much for busy scenes.
Never really cared for the in-crowd.
I prefered to hang out on Saturn.
And build my kingdom with faith,
love,
and truth.
As a Lady of Saturn would.
And when it was my time to shine.
I proved them all wrong,
when I made it.
They were shocked,
to see me stand in the spotlight.
I give all my credit to God.
I stayed strong,
and kept believing.
And now..
I'm the Lady of Saturn.
Lady Saturn.
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<a name="#two hundred seven"> "TOO CLOSE" </a>

You hide from the world.
Thinking your safe,
for at least one more day.
You should have realized,
when you chose your path,
and decided to do things God's way,
stones would be thrown.
Words would be said.
Lies would be mixed in with the truth.
Just to make you look crazy.
Don't look now..
here comes the romans.
It looks like rain.
And what did you really expect.
Jesus went through the same thing.
Only with a different kind of government.
During a different time.
His was a whole other story.
I'm sure He'll tell you,
when you get to heaven.
I know,
the only thing you did wrong,
was write how you feel.
And I know,
there are those,
who want to put you through hell for it.
But please,
don't lose yourself,
or your soul.
Your too close,
to making it.
Your too close,
to something to great.
That it's bound to make grown men fall to thier knees.
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<a name="#two hundred eight"> "CHILDHOOD FRIENDS" </a>

So many lies.
Very little truth.
That's how you lived your life.
And you wonder,
how I became friends with Gesu.
Well maybe,
because I was nothing like you.
I didn't go for what was in,
at the moment.
Always looking for a way,
to easy street.
Even if it meant hurting a few people.
I worked hard for what I got,
and what I have.
Granted,
I was no Saint.
But I admitted my sins.
I knew my faults.
I knew where I stood.
At the same time,
I would kick down a few doors.
Made my presence known.
And made sure,
everyone knew Lady Saturn,
was a part of me.
Not the other way around.
You however,
gave yourself a whole new image.
A whole new name.
I don't even know you anymore.
Funny,
how we grew up together,
only to end up this way.
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<a name="#two hundred nine"> "MESSAGE FROM SATURN" </a>

I did the best I could,
with what was given.
You expect me to solve your problems.
Something that is beyond my power.
That is out fo my hands.
The least you could do,
is stand up to your enemies,
once in a while.
I'm getting sick of always having to defend.
I can no longer play the hero.
I've got my own kingdom,
to take care of.
It is my fault,
you refuse to fight.
You prefer to hide,
rather than speak your mind.
You have to realize,
you'll soon have to answer,
for everything you do and say.
Some of these people weren't born yesterday.
You can't take everyone for idiots.
They'll soon figure it out,
and will eventually come after you.
And lord knows,
you can't hide then.
You'll be put in the spotlight.
Your name will be talked about.
You'll become a social diease.
You'll be put to shame.
And everyone will ever deny,
knowing you.
Don't get me wrong,
I'll have your back,
no matter what.
You've just got to learn,
to stand on your own two feet.
You need to be a man.
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<a name="#two hundred ten"> "ANOTHER DAY" </a>

She left many Kings,
with their jaws dropped.
A woman with a lot of class,
but at the same time,
can put up a fight better than any man.
Some would say,
she has balls of brass.
Who would of guessed,
it would be a woman,
that would prove men wrong.
A woman,
that would make them fall to their knees.
They would quickly find out,
that she was God's Wrath.
The Angel of Death's best friend.
No more figuring what she's about.
It's all written down in the Bible.
She's not an angel,
nor a Saint.
Just an ordinary woman,
sent to do God's deeds.
To her,
this is just another day.
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<a name="#two hundred eleven"> "SURVIVE: SOLDIER'S TALE" </a>

So we sit here.
Talking of what use to be.
Talking of what is to come.
We fought along side one another.
In almost every war.
I say this world is going to hell,
and you laugh.
I say we might lose our souls,
and you still laugh.
I'm glad you can find humor,
in all of this.
Because I can't.
And I won't.
We brought nothing but shame,
to ourselves,
and to those we love.
Truth be told,
we never really won.
Just claimed we did.
We did whatever our government said.
It just seemed easier that way.
It was the only thing we could do,
to survive through the day.
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<a name="#two hundred twelve"> "BROKEN" </a>

She sits on her throne.
A lady of class.
A lady of honor.
A lady of faith.
She doesn't need to wear a crown,
at least not all the time.
Everyone knows who she is.
Even the Angel of Death,
knows her.
They hang out at least once a week.
Or is it every other week.
No one seems to keep track,
their too busy talking.
There are rumors flying.
Gossip going around.
That the Ruler of Saturn,
always seems to get her heart broken.
She just can't seem to find the right man.
And when she thinks she does,
he's already taken.
That's why she chooses to rule alone.
She could never go through that kind of hell,
at least not again.
She's traveled that road,
way too many times before.
If it was up to her,
she'd stay clear of that path all together
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<a name="#two hundred thirteen"> "MYSTERY" </a>

After all these years.
After all this time.
She still hides her wings,
from the public eye.
And even though there are tales,
of her fighting Lucifer,
with sword in hand.
No one has actually witnessed it.
But a lot claim they know her story,
her song.
So they tell it.
Spreading the rumors,
of who she could be.
A daughter of Jesus.
A soldier of God.
A ruler of a distant planet.
And these are just a few.
There's no doubt that she's a Lady.
As to her origin,
that still remains a mystery.
Maybe one day,
she'll actually reveal her secerts.
Until then,
we'll just have to sit, wait,
and see.
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Post by LadySaturn » Thu Sep 08, 2005 12:39 am

<a name="#214">PAST 21</a>

So much for running from your past.
The ghosts still wander the halls.
As well as inside your head.
There's a bottle of Jack with your name on it.
And chances are as the sun rises
you'll end up a little too drunk.
Drown your sorrows.
Damn yourself to hell.
Talk to the dead.
Destroy yourself to the point of no return.
Just don't come knocking on my door.
I can't save you this time.
I stood by you through thick and thin.
But it's the last curtain call
and I have to leave the stage
before I find myself getting in way too deep.
I'll let you keep the memory of me.
If it'll bring you some comfort.
Chances are though
you'll rely on your Jack for that.
What more could I have done?
Tell me,
what more can I do?
I did more than anyone should.
Still you always seem to run to me for help.
Like I'm your personal super hero.
Well not this time.
And not in this life.
This angel has packed her wings
and is hitting the road.
No more regrets.
No more pain.
No more past.
No more dealing with you
and those damn ghosts.
All that's left for you
is a vision of me.
And one final good-bye.

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<a name="#215">GOD'S FINALE</a>

Five a.m.
And I'm waken to the sound of a scream.
To the sound of another fallen angel.
Heaven is on fire
and Hell is freezing.
This is anything but a dream.
The streets have become a modern day Sodom and Gommarah.
And mankind can only think about survival.
If this isn't the end,
I don't know what is.
Of all the things we thought would bring this world to it's demise.
We never thought it would be by our own hands.
We laughed when we were told to change our ways.
Little did we realize we needed to.
We laughed when the preachers warned us.
Maybe we should have listened.
I guess living in a bubble
can make you blind, deaf and, dumb.
Now everyone is acting like animals.
Shedding blood just to survive.
Hoping God will show His mercy.
In this time of need.
Hoping for some sign from up above.
That' okay though.
Keep looking up at the sky.
I however am going back to bed.
Just wake me
when Jesus comes....
I don't want to miss the Finale.

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<a name="#216">JOAN OF ARC:2,006</a>

Twenty-six.
Twenty-six years ago,
God had an idea
and came up with a plan.
He would create a soldier
that would bring fear
into the hearts of men.
A soldier like no other.
One of amazon nature.
That would rule with an iron fist
but also listen with a gentle heart.
A woman to rock the world of men.
To dine among generals and Kings
while associating herself with the underdog.
Talking of peace, faith and hope
to those who will listen.
Giving her a kingdom to run
but never letting her forget where she came from.
Making sure she stays true
to herself and those around her.
He'd give her a sword of words.
And from there on,
she'd write her battles out.
She'd win her wars with those very same words.
Bringing a smile to God's face.
And at the end of the day
after all is said and done.
After every battle she's lost or won.
She'll look up to God
and thank Him.
For the love He always gave.
To her and the Joan of Arcs before her.
And the love He'll always give
to the ones after her.

Joan of Arc:2,006


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Post by GoddessErika » Thu Sep 08, 2005 10:58 pm

:roll: Yeah... the longest archive I've had to do so far... If it weren't for Pops getting it all together, I think I might have killed ya!
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