Uriah Knight a 26 year old Artist living in Seattle finding an outlet through all kinds of art Music, Design, Painting, Writing and Breathing have got him this far.....
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Hate may have mated her,/ never hate the creator /
black eyed baby born/, sworn, to the thorn in your side/
or the crown when you die /
which ever comes first, /birth or rebirth /
Virgin sin, emerging in uncharted waters/
caught up in the down fall of your daughters /
danger distinguished /
the king of the slaughter,/ who's heart is this/
Voice hidden, with in Pandoras' talk box/
walk the walk,/ two left for instance/
this is the ledge,/
war like spirit,/ a constant battle/
dueling with the past,/ killing my future
The end is near,/ I can hear it/
Seattle-on swallowed by the sea/
good thing I can drink like a fish and participate in anarchy/
To open up the door to so much more/
skeletons locked, souls not /
stuck with memories, a life lesson, I guess /
Slowly suffering stress /
I want a mary Magellan, straggling ,/
rather then jezabellion / jumping from the window, meal for the dogs/
I dont have any bones till after dark/
I could say, I know a hundred or so
names and faces/, time replacers/ space fillers
like hey dun, what the dam deal is /
And thats about it , /most stupid blind,/ a few I keep by my side /
still a stone thrown alone on this throne /
and will be till I die or get grown /
still stuck in '85 like hey wheres my dad/
I should have never asked, concealed with the young and the dumb /
I would never wanna bring the 90's back/
monsters/
Evolution of knight and thats why I stomp yaU. Knight CW2004
