Ace-of-Aces

There is a girl who loves to run She'll run anywhere, she'll run forever Away from her friends and away from the people who love her But there is no one in the world who can truly run forever One day, the girl who runs will sprain her foot She'll have run away from all the people who can help her And as she lays on the ground, staring at the sky She'll laugh at herself, and maybe she will regret how fast she fled

Ideas were burned en masse in an instant then... But for freedom, could the price have been the magick of old? Back in that day, when the earth and sky met right in front of your eyes... Could people really decide to go to other lands, other worlds... By way of broomstick? By transcendant circle? When someone's mind is so tightly under lock and key... Could they possibly, being unable to look anywhere else, find the magick inside themselves? So many magickal arts sprang from minds strung with duress, wrought with pain. So now, in the absence of necessity... Do the powers of the mind dwindle and fade? It will be a dark day when all

She walks in the daylight the morning sun bright but nobody knows she's got something to hide. Her feet fleet and swift her bangs in her eyes trying to protect her friends from her lies. She hurries through the warmth seeking the cold avoiding the new but loathing the old. Nobody gets a good look at her face nobody knows the truths she's erased. The crowd thinning out the day growing old hating herself and her own heart of gold. As day turns to night she finds what she seeks a thousand black ravens with scissors for beaks. They want what they see their desires burn bright to remove her soul with a midnight black bite. She

The shot rings out like a supersonic bullet from the golden gun. A powerful weapon of the most frightening sort imaginable. Faster than greased lightning, Faster than the sound that reaches your ears Long after I have passed you by. My greatest weapon is my mind And it does not need a physical form To crush you with the heart-stopping speed and power that is thought. But not just any thought, The power of thought that shatters the words before they roll out of your mouth, Locked on target to slowly kill whose ears they reach. I'm too fast for them Too fast for you and your killing sound Too fast for it all as the blood abounds V