Wake all the children from their slumber
Before they wonder
Why their dreams have gone to hellWake all the children from their sleep
Down the staircase we shall creep
To the basement of this white picket home
Let's show them where the bad ones go
For all they know
For all they know
Their heroes are still untouchable
What they don't know
What they don't know
All the preachers and all the ministers
Administer those sinister looks
They teach from a liars chair
A pulpit mounted on a child's prayer
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Twenty-six year old male. Aside from that...
There's really very little that I could say about myself that would hold any worth to those who don't know me. I currently have only one passion in my life, and that is the book that I am working on and pushing to finish and get published. I love telling stories; the only problem seems to be finding ones who are willing to listen. Perhaps you could accomodate me?
In a whole sea of diamonds, it can be difficult to find the one that you never knew you were looking for.
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