What I wouldn't give to be able to write with such talent such as John Milton or Dante...


When Death ComesWhen Death ComesWhen Death Comes
Silent night, silent dreams Silent views, silent screams Silent is the night, silent is my cry Fleeting moments of joy, fleeting moments of the sky The flicker of a candle among the church beams
Why do they isolate him? Why do they his wings trimmed? Tired of life, tired of this game All that do is live for the fame While plays his funeral hymn
Violent tears, violent crashes I laugh at the matches When Death comes around to collect what we owe I'll ask Him to take my toll And all that is left will be my ashes. &


I don't know what to call thisFaces writhing in agony My face- Screaming at me... With me-down? up? here.I don't know what to call this
Sorry about your state of mind Mine is like that too Devouring me...worms? No...no...NO! Others like me. Eating me; what am I doing?
Breaking my once-loved friends Tearing their hearts apart with my Sin-filled, stained hands. Oh God! Such a delightful feeling! But why do I cry Tears of blood with every lash of the whip Against my brother's decapitated body? If you want me to, I could laugh. I could cry. I could escape from here. Why would I want to? Want to es


FallenFallenFallen
If we were to relive our lives, Would we make the same choices That have cut us up like knives? Our sins are like wailing voices,
In a dark Inferno, The only light that we can see is the spark within our hearts, But what exactly is that spark? It does not define who we are and what are our parts
Within the stages of life We have all strived For ambition and pure satisfaction
But is if for the right reasons? It appears so and it appears not, For the Fallen do not know.
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"Tomorrow I shall ride by the Paths of the Dead" - Aragorn son of Arathorn, Dûnedain of the North, Heir to the throne of Gondor.
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"Tomorrow I shall ride by the Paths of the Dead" - Aragorn son of Arathorn, Dûnedain of the North, Heir to the throne of Gondor.
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Hello. How are you? My name is Seta Soujiro.
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...all beasts are happy,
For when they die
Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements;
But mine must live still to be plagu'd in Hell.
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...all beasts are happy,
For when they die
Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements;
But mine must live still to be plagu'd in Hell.
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"TV never lies, but irrelevent chapter titles do."
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