They calls us evil.
They calls us bad.
They calls us trecherous, love
And this makes us so sad!

They speaks poison to us
And they spits in our faces.
But what did smeagol do?
We takes them to their places!

Still they call names.
But I thinks they don't know!
They follows us still.
Into the trap they must go!

Until they are dead.
Yes precious, dead.
You will see.
It shall be ours.

1:

Words of excitment,

fill the emty silence.

An artist color,

a anxios hour.

A masion of a word,

sung like a bird.

Greetings on paper,

"Darling, Neighbor".

With hearts of stone,

how can we love the unknown.

Without friendship so true,

I wouldn't have met you!

2:

Jacob gritted his teeth as a whip slashed across his back.

"No lagging, slave!'

He bent and pulled another rock from the pile in front of him. Straightening up, he walked as fast as he could with it to an ever-growing rock wall. He placed his stone carefully into a space in the wall and plastered it in with clay. He paused for a moment to wipe sweat from his eyes, and was rewarded by another whip slash on his back.

"No stoppin'! Back to work!"

the same place, a different scene
the same place, a different me
an older me

the same trees, a little taller
the same trees, different leaves
a newborn green

the same stones, a little smoother
the same stones, different tones
worn down, turned over

the same sky, different clouds
the same sky, different sounds
chase the pictures out

the same sun, the same shadows
the same shadows, different patterns
woven on the gravel

the same grass, the same color

Alice skampered across Darkrade's streets, grimacing at each throb her ankle made as it hit the pavement. Shadows were cast over the tip of her brown hair, making her bob look shorter than usual. Silver glinted in her eyes for a moment. She gasped as she was yanked up. Now it was all over. Alice couldn't escape and go save Sherylyn. With a faint sigh, she blacked out. 

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"Lizzie, we're almost ready to go!" Elizabeth Carol Hampton heard her sister call up the stairs.

"Okay!"

She shut her book and trotted down the stairs. At the bottom she met her sister Terri.

"Mom's got everyone in the van. Are you sure you'll be okay here at home?" she said anxiously. Lizzie smiled at her twin.

"Of course. Have fun at the lake!"