[Black Book]

Chapter I: A Beautiful Unknown
A vendor on the corner exclaimed, "Look what I have! A small local business has put up an ad!"
"Do you have a past of struggling to be an honest man, but you still want to make it to the Promise Land?"
"If so, well, you should go ahead and get on this plan!"
"Travel to a land of ecstasy, right next to a crystal clear, blessed sea!"
"Where oppression is something you never see, and the masses move in serenity; not a hectic sea!"
I was tired of my life; I had been through the bad, and I could take it no longer, so I bought into the ad.


Chapter II: Into The Unknown
So I left my old life behind and departed down the paths.
It was Heavenly; the ground was grass, and the air was engulfed in the sound of laughs.
My Eldorado - my Eden - it had been found at last!
The path was filled with the masses, headed to a common destination.
They wore pure bliss on their faces like it was the best occasion.
For it was; they were escaping the world that had grown so hot in an attempt of preservation; it truly was humanity's estivation.
But it only lasted to a certain degree...
People dropped hurt in the glee, blaming it on dirt & disease.
I prayed God wouldn't close the curtain on me.
Time passes and the masses thin, and as it happens, the path gets dim.
The joy flees the air, letting the sadness in, and letting the madness win.
I dream I've taken the path and am at its end... But the chance of that is slim.


Chapter III: Knowing The Unknown
I have seen the path take the populations and as it obliterates, it let's all of them know how the litter taste.
From a dark, cold hole, a critter wakes.
I trudge along on a path that is falling apart.
My legs start to give out, causing the crawling to start.
I spend most of my time delusional, stalling the dark.
But the cold is rushing over me; I'm falling into a colder sleep.
With my body falling to pieces, I rest my back against an older tree.
I gaze up and notice a road sign with words that take my breath away.
With each sentence, I feel more confident that I will meet death today.
For the first line says: "White Caine Street", then the next line has me about to screech.
For it says: "Happiness - Millions of Miles Away aka Well Out of Reach!"

[Black Book]

Chapter I: A Beautiful Unknown
A vendor on the corner exclaimed, "Look what I have! A small local business has put up an ad!"
"Do you have a past of struggling to be an honest man, but you still want to make it to the Promise Land?"
"If so, well, you should go ahead and get on this plan!"
"Travel to a land of ecstasy, right next to a crystal clear, blessed sea!"
"Where oppression is something you never see, and the masses move in serenity; not a hectic sea!"
I was tired of my life; I had been through the bad, and I could take it no longer, so I bought into the ad.


Chapter II: Into The Unknown
So I left my old life behind and departed down the paths.
It was Heavenly; the ground was grass, and the air was engulfed in the sound of laughs.
My Eldorado - my Eden - it had been found at last!
The path was filled with the masses, headed to a common destination.
They wore pure bliss on their faces like it was the best occasion.
For it was; they were escaping the world that had grown so hot in an attempt of preservation; it truly was humanity's estivation.
But it only lasted to a certain degree...
People dropped hurt in the glee, blaming it on dirt & disease.
I prayed God wouldn't close the curtain on me.
Time passes and the masses thin, and as it happens, the path gets dim.
The joy flees the air, letting the sadness in, and letting the madness win.
I dream I've taken the path and am at its end... But the chance of that is slim.


Chapter III: Knowing The Unknown
I have seen the path take the populations and as it obliterates, it let's all of them know how the litter taste.
From a dark, cold hole, a critter wakes.
I trudge along on a path that is falling apart.
My legs start to give out, causing the crawling to start.
I spend most of my time delusional, stalling the dark.
But the cold is rushing over me; I'm falling into a colder sleep.
With my body falling to pieces, I rest my back against an older tree.
I gaze up and notice a road sign with words that take my breath away.
With each sentence, I feel more confident that I will meet death today.
For the first line says: "White Caine Street", then the next line has me about to screech.
For it says: "Happiness - Millions of Miles Away aka Well Out of Reach!"