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Save meThe vapor enwroughts my mind
It is nearly past the time
To finally break away
From all my self-decay
To rid myself of all crimes
So that at last i can finally shine
Of many past Decembers
My former glory barely remembered
To be granted the wisdom to know the difference
And to be led to the path of temperance
to regain all that i have lost
Before the last is tosses
To go back to the then
When i was snug in my den
Reconciliation come to me!
Mercy and Salvation set me free!
Rant. My ghosts who haunt me from within their shadows and the demons inside who keep taunting me within myself, I am not what I seem, I just cover and play the show that everyone wants me to play, I never denied that I have my failures I just never freely express them, every day I ask God to grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change the courage to change the things that I can and the wisdom to know the difference, and every day I face my addictions, my problems face to face just to get by them the faster. [Speeds up with passion] What I do know is that I see my elders who have for the past time only worked for their own aristocratic party help each other and now when they finally realize that they failed, in an act of desperation start to find answers in childish manners, I believe that now is the time that I have the right to say what should be done. What say you sir?
WaitIt will only take a minute
Just trust me on this
The pain is insane
I would know
But it will soon go
Just look forward
And never back
This is for you
And you must know it is true
Not as bad as it seems?
Just a little too easy?
Well now there is no turning back
But it beats this crap
Just keep praying
For mercy on your judgment
For reconciliation and penitence
Here it comes those last seconds
Should you enjoy it or let it by
The pain is intense
If only to die
Oh the irony
The madness upon you
Just a little while longer to last
These final gasps
As you pass
If only for a while
H.F.V.D.Two to the back of head
Oh no we shall not be dead
We shall be free
Just you and me
Locked into our love for all eternity
we shall be envyed from all that see
Take this gun
Just please hun
We'll have so much fun
On our final run
Lets open this door
But wait let me kiss you
Once last time
And oh by the way let me say
Happy Fucking Valentine's Day
They bury him under a flag, on a cool autumn morning. His brother escorts her, supports her tenderly through the service. He is the one who flinches at the rifle salute. She closes her eyes and opens her heart and lets the staccato shots pass through her like a wind.
Only blanks. Not real bullets. Nothing like the barreling rounds that ripped his flesh and smashed in under his narrow ribs and nailed his life to the inside back of his flack jacket.
That slim silent figure in uniform. Laid out cold and still. Thats not him. Hes not here. He slipped out of his shell somewhere in the middle of a desert city under siege. Hes maybe still there, a little lost. A little uncertain where to go from here. He might linger where his brothers are still fighting. Screaming silent warning. Aching to fight beside them still, to prote
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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