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5. The End is No End
Never had I beheld such a morbid sight,
Even after all that had penetrated my vision,
And pierced the very innocence of my soul.
Before stood the arisen Gates of Hades,
And but a few steps was I from the source of opposition.
My knees then met the soil and ash that laid below me.
The eyes that had before surrounded me,
Came to once more encircle me…
I knew not the reason, nor did my curiosity overcome my fear.
The drums of my ears felt nothing but a deafening ring,
And every hair arose on the flesh of my arm in alarm.
A familiar presence came from behind me.
I turned my eyes to the Hooded Figure that had bestowed upon
A Southern Desire
Home...Home is where that heart lies,
and my heart burns...
It burns to but a husk of its former self.
Can you not see that allowing the fires to grow,
is no better than tossing more fuel
upon its already aggressive hide?
It merely thirsts for more fuel
and hungers for more kindling...
yet its appetite will never find satisfaction.
This desire from south of Heaven comes,
The heat rises with every spark,
and this is what they want more than you realize.
Made of What We Are.
Endlessly in the end,
shall I let flow the passion.
Our own, the love undying
to the very cadence of Heaven's joy.
This paradise discovered,
that when my heart speaks of you,
with a burning passion,
that right away I write away.
Thank you God, for Anael's gift...
This now love from afar,
to this portrait of perfection
That to I shall return....
To this, my angelic fire,
I am bound forevermore,
by unbreakable vows
to that true sense of belonging...
For this living gift,
Shall I be home in a heartbeat,
to fulfill that elated kiss,
To glorify her in full.
4. From Omphalos and Into the War Zone
The arachnid turned, and receded to the peak of the structure,
The creatures stood as still as the trees,
And soon, they too did retreat back to whence they came in the woods.
A powerful gust came to my shoulders,
And at a drumming pace did it come from above…
My ears then beheld in amazement, the beating wings.
The numbers were the sort that would leave you speechless,
Endless were the children of Creation, loyal to a dying & holy breath,
Swooping down, as their passing pulled me back towards the edge.
Here began my free fall from Omphalos and into the War Zone.
Past the maze which I once did tread, descending the mountain
lost in white desertthis evening, it's snowing like last year
the first snowflakes fall on the road
I walk in the cold
my body and my hands are frozen
I walk in order to forget this life
I walk to clear my head
I am alone
I light up a cigarette
the first puffs are pleasant
a little cloud escapes from my mouth
an lost unknown in the white desert
a tortured soul who seeks serenity
Have you looked into the shattered mirror,
to find the subject of your exasperation?
Accursed hypocrites of the heathen reign,
"Make them suffer for the sins of their ancestors!"
What know you of history's bloody course?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
Look in the mirror of this worlds memory,
let the record show that which is yours,
the folly, the choking arguments.
Evidence is all you have,
just and yet, the other term, of faith...
Yet again and again,
abased, abashed, by my shear hatred for you all,
Of what do you know in regards to faith?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
You walk hand in hand with
the blind, deaf & dumb
The Book of Excerpts: Creed of The Patrons
Blessed my guides,
Governed by our King.
His children know my purpose,
just as he upon his throne.
Sweet clarity do I seek,
But of course patience is key,
as by faith do I live, as this
nothing but mortal being.
To only them and our Father,
do I loyally obey.
Behold, for I am the left hand of God,
and I will fear no evil.
A New and Bright FriendshipIt's always been hard to explain my feelings
But right now I'm speechless
I've never thought I could care so much
Yet here I am
Offering my help and support
No matter what.
Some of my darkest corners
Smile when I talk to you
My worries begin to fade
And my stomach feels warm
A new and bright friendship
I'm just glad I met you.
Thanks For the MemoriesI can remember the last note you sent me
I still kept it, bet you won't believe it, though it's true
And it was all it took to make me realize
That I guess I wasn't lying when I said I missed you
I still remember two years ago in December
When you still didn't hate me that time
I never forgot about it, but you probably don't remember
But the memory's all it took to make me break down and cry
Because these things were all it took
To make me break down in tears
Because these things, it made me remember
Our friendships all over the years
I can remember the fake necklace she sent me
I appreciated the act of kindness, really
SkyrimIn the tombs of the dead
and the caves of the feral,
with every last word you have.
Let them taste of your voice, your steel, your spakrs,
till you're down to your very last arrow.
The dragons are back,
And the war rages on,
The Holds are no longer safe.
But comes forth the Dragonborn, firey and bright,
To fight them, or die, staying strong.
Whether you dine with the Jarls,
or run with the Guilds.
Be you Stormcloak or Imperial bred,
Whether you heed to the Daedra or follow the Divine,
You must defeat Alduin and cut off his head.
The bordering peaks at the Rim of the Sky
hold our home and our unbreakable pride.
May the enemy hear our respon
A writter's faultThe hardest part of writing
is not the story line or the plot.
It's not the characters, the setting.
The places you draw a lot.
It isn't about the seasons that make the story change,
and certainly not the years that pass.
It's not the coming of age
your characters go through when dealing with their past.
The hardest part isn't the beginning.
It's not the daring hearoes, or the dual personality villians.
No, actually, it's what you do;
the words that you write to make one character fall,
the one that answers to his Call.
The hardest thing is killing them off,
When they really shouldn't have died at all.
Look to the Sun The sun is our protecter,
shields us from the dark
Though far away, it stands to say,
the Sun will always help
It says it's always there,
though sometimes hidden
Tells us stories of a promised land,
but we can't go with it
Says it will always be there,
says it will always shine
Says if we reach out our hands,
it will keep us alive
And we've never seen its lies,
never had any doubt
And when it's dark, we're alone
We look to the sun
but the sun is out
Apple PieOh Apple Pie,
How I love you Apple Pie.
Your flaky crust,
The tang to your filling,
The cinnamon and sugar.
But most of all,
Heaven must be made of Apple Pie.
Clouds with sugar sprinkled on top.
Floating along through Apple Pie goodness.
No one shall deprive
Me of my Pie.
For this Pie
Is not your Pie.
Is MY PIE.
This Pie was not made for you and for me.
It was made only for me.
So make sure you get this straight,
No touchin' the Apple Pie.
Commission: She Hunts AloneCome, and let us read the tale of Silverfang
Joining her in her adventure, she hunts alone
She searches for friends she could call hers
She wishes to be in a place where she could feel like at home
And as she looks at the stars in the night sky, she knows that someday
That she will be at home, that she shall find a home someday
She hunts around, searches around, runs around
And the world goes by and by
And looks for something – anything – that looks friendly enough
She waits for them to approach her, but no one seems to do so
Unsatisfied, she retreats to the dark and
She looks up at the night skies and gaze at the stars
1. Foul Calamity To Filthy Mind
The widow carried the glass of blood on her back,
up the climb of the standing hairs upon my arm...
Her stare was without emotion,
but all eyes were on me with each and every step.
My hope was in my half empty glass,
yet the widows glass was always filled with blood,
every drop from every venomous bite...
One by one, her steps draw closer to my pounding heart.
She burrows beneath my sleeve,
the receding image of her legs,
is enough to overtake my heart...
the suspense alone ravages my pulse.
What bitter calamity had overtaken the life through my veins,
by God, such a fear building the arctic sweat about my flesh.
Surrender and Stand Against All OddsFor to long have I treaded in a dark way.
My plagues have manifested,
my instincts grow all to atrocious.
I can feel them calling...
the demons of old and new,
calling my name in mockery...
they await my giving in...
I know not their names,
yet the faces are vivid.
They speak in many tongues,
yet the message is clear.
Status of my well being is not my prime fear,
I fear for my soul! My very soul!
O'Lord, save me from myself!
Thereupon thy throne so bright!
Whereas your judgment stands invincible as law!
May I descend into the depths of fire and brimstone,
in search of my own redemption!
Of trials and struggle, is my delivera
Purge Your DemonsThe tragedy that has befallen
that which is the evolution of man,
is all but ceaseless.
His instincts are but born of demonic action.
His subconscious, corrupted to say the least.
Addiction is man's final inspiration.
Be that as it may,
the medicine boils and festers with poison.
Diseased as it spreads rapidly, like a plague.
Be it lust for flesh, blood, or material,
the taste must be satisfying,
and the thirst must be quenched.
Yet such an appetite has never been appeased for long.
So I beseech you all, this gluttonous world,
Purge the demons that have bound you to indecency.
Man will inspire his own downfall,
Breeding Hearts It was a Saturday afternoon, and the sky was overcast with an ashen gray. I had received a call from Cari around 11, at about the time I had woken up from a restless night's sleep "What would everyone think of us? What will her parents do once they find out? What will my parents do? Oh God, why is this happening " I had dreamed these guilty thoughts night and night again ever since Cari told me we were expecting "It was one time, and we took every precaution we could think of! Why the Hell did this have to happen? We didn't deserve this!"
I was so worried about the consequences of our one night of passion, that I failed t
Behold My GodAlmighty in all senses existing.
Invincible in all ways many.
The Wise Architect, The Pacifist Warrior.
This War he does not wage, nor fight.
Behold my God, glory and perfection embodied!
I am undeserving of his grace,
yet I walk with it to my inevitable grave.
A humble shell of pride.
Make you a defense of me O' Lord!
For as you are my shield upon Earth,
I shall fight in your name in the world's beyond!
Alongside your Angelic Armies, against your fallen foes.
Behold My God, For I know Thy enemy,
and the adversary to you all...
I know this foe all to well,
For his offspring are all to familiar.
Death as his son hath taken love
Wretched HonorI refuse to leave this world unknown to the next.
May my name carry its weight in this war of Wars.
See to it that I am wretched in the eyes of the wretched.
Take my sins to Babylon,
for I wish to suffer in this world and not the next.
or may I meet my demons in Gehenna,
so that I may run them through with righteous forethought...
Though my sins are many,
My redemption shall be ultimately singular...
Though the names of the Kingdom of my God are many,
his domain is my untimely goal within my redemption.
O' Hell-kites and fallen alike,
you may sway this faith of mine all you please...
Yet I will not yield in the name of my maker.
To Die within Endless RiddlesLove is the slowest of all of life's murderers.
Infatuation takes hold of flesh and mind,
and quickly induces irrationality...
If such is true, then may it be said,
That Stockholm Syndrome
has severely compromised me...
Holy and sanctified,
My desire is all but dishonorable...
She is more than a blessing upon two legs,
Angelic in the most human of attributes,
Imperfect, yet phenomenal in these bitter eyes of mine.
Long did I hold patience for this to come,
and the cliché cupid had at last found me.
As wherein our lips meet,
this living system of mine reminisces.
What memories have remained
in my forgetful storage continue
to serve my jaw the smiles
that you so know and adore...
For whatever reason, you chose me,
and pray I that God had a hand.
Though I deserve not a thing,
I receive beyond the expectations of my prayers.
Long did I await your arrival,
And I don't believe you were a second too soon.
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