It's Been A WhileI'm pretty busy now, being in the Navy and whatnot, but i'll try to keep my absences to a minimum regardless.
rhyme scheme, goI could stare at the face of the moon for days, or I could sleep at the bottom of a pool. If one were to not be the other, to say, If one thing really meant two.rhyme scheme, go
7 years that never wereMirror, mirror, on the wall I can't see myself at all Pure of mind, and vision too I dare not risk a glance at you Unallied, impartial stare Wouldn't give a biased glare But simple sight of single side Will leave me with a broken pride7 years that never were
Shall I question nature's call To place myself above the brawl With narcissistic sense of who And shallowness I never knew Might I risk a night of dare To ride upon the Devil's mare And throw away my plain old bride to show the emptiness inside
So I'll just stand before you tall With open eyes to
and then there were twoTwo men. Two blades. The turned cheek of fate. An army between them and revenge. Neither can see through the men before them, but even in blind darkness they would sense each other. The blazing fires of war are fueled by only the two. The armored mass between them is only an offering on a spit, herded between the two in hope that a lucky blow might take one down, or that they might be crushed with sheer numbers. The two unsheathe their shining death, staring directly ahead. Not seeing the pale faces of the infinite mass, only themselves reflected by countless blades. The message is clear. They are not fighting each other. They are not fightinand then there were two
the walking deadFear. They didn't know of it, but each swing of their blades extinguished and created it in equal force. Through no plan of their own, they became gods; angels of death. Far surpassing the lifespan of normal men, the legend perpetuated itself. They couldn't die. They wouldn't die. The lust for blood and carnage would not give way to a simple thing like death. Even as their bodies perished, their souls still slayed. They were still gods as far as any were concerned. In time, their souls too perished from the realm. No trace of them remained. But death still ran rampant. In the time of their reign, the residual souls that had fallen beneath thethe walking dead
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memories are nice but thats all they are, memories.
my real japanese name is 三輪 Minawa (three circles) 恵美 Emi (blessed with beauty)
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Desgraciado quien no haya amado más que cuerpos,formas y apariencias.
La muerte le arrebatará todo.Procurad amar las almas y un día las volveréis a encontrar.
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