Any comments i call it: Deductible rows of foul denials

[brighttears]

As I see the red ink spill out of a blue pen
She starts to cry
Fathers and sons don't always get along
Why should she now
Opposite oppositions
General faculty doesn't understand the concept of their job
Jobs, careers, fulfillments, requirements, and other self-assessments
Care to not care yet don't care to care for the sake of caring
Contradicting conflictions
Irritating orange won't fade or yellow
It's just in attendance for the sake of an existing burden
Navigating the ways of navigation
Bars reach so high
Bars are her significant standards
No shadows to hide or cover
Brain feels like it just recovered from a power surge
You only rise to fall and fall to rise
Allow it to spring up and scare you
She stays up every night to recount the views of memories
He ignores his loved ones discerning cries
Oh the perceptive cries of love
Deductible rows of foul denials
And filled circles of conversation
I start out to finish what I started or what we started over and over again.

[brighttears]

As I see the red ink spill out of a blue pen
She starts to cry
Fathers and sons don't always get along
Why should she now
Opposite oppositions
General faculty doesn't understand the concept of their job
Jobs, careers, fulfillments, requirements, and other self-assessments
Care to not care yet don't care to care for the sake of caring
Contradicting conflictions
Irritating orange won't fade or yellow
It's just in attendance for the sake of an existing burden
Navigating the ways of navigation
Bars reach so high
Bars are her significant standards
No shadows to hide or cover
Brain feels like it just recovered from a power surge
You only rise to fall and fall to rise
Allow it to spring up and scare you
She stays up every night to recount the views of memories
He ignores his loved ones discerning cries
Oh the perceptive cries of love
Deductible rows of foul denials
And filled circles of conversation
I start out to finish what I started or what we started over and over again.
'Happy is that death which thrusts not itself upon men in their pleasant years, yet comes to them at the oft-repeated cry of their sorrow. Sad is it how death turns away from the unhappy with so deaf an ear, and will not close, cruel, the eyes that weep. Ill is it to trust to.

[Koa]

I like this, it's so... lively with all those images and puns or whatever you want to call them...