

Persephone's Love SongMother the dark is calling me, But please do not cry! Bitter tears like pomegranate seeds Beckon a darker sky.Persephone's Love Song
The Spring and Summer are oft too long. The Autumn drags too slow And when the Winter finally comes, It fade's as quick as snow.
I love you mother, as much as life But my true love lies in death And you know that I shall return to you As long as you have breath.
The dark is calling for my heart And soon I shall have to go, But mother I will be back again To great the sun's warm glow.


The Flames of ChoiceCall to me again. I am listening for your voice. Raise your cry above the roar, That is your only choice.The Flames of Choice
Ignore the fires all around, And focus on my hand. I will guide you from this place Unto a sacred land.
I will love you, As long as the son doth shine, Just raise your voice And you are mine.
Silence, Silence still In such silence lies only death But wait, I heard you call my name With loves last dying breath.
Though your breath is sorrowfully still. And our love can never start. That little word that you


The StormThrough an empty house The wind blew down the halls again, Empty, yet full to the brim, Of memories and of pain.The Storm
A sound like laughter A scream like fear A house that stands empty Though i'm still here.
Do you not remember? 'Twas in a storm like this? Did you not realize, Something was amiss?
The garlands on the cold stone floor, An epitaph on the wall. The candles sputter in the breeze, Though dead, not gone at all.


Children of this broken landWill Catholics and Protestants always be at war? No matter what we try to do, we have to keep the score. A legacy that we pass down, but is it really fair? Have we become too jaded? And do we even care? We think of peace as a myth, always out of reach, We always try to practice the hatred that we preach.Children of this broken land
But take my hand, and follow me, And the future we will be. We children of this broken land, Will finally get to understand, That hatreds not a way of life, We do not have to live in strife. We can pave a path anew, And after that all we can do, Is sit
Ohallo.
>:3
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"...And the third sister Morgan le Fay was put to school in a
nunnery, and there she learned so much that she was a great clerk
of necromancy." --Le Morte D'Arthur Ch. I Part II.
Mother, Father...I know now what I want to do with my life.
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Between two lungs it was released
The breath that passed from you to me
That flew between us as we slept
That slipped from your mouth into mine
It crept between two lungs
It was released
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Sometimes you must try;
Sometimes you just die;
But sometimes you gotta die trying!
VINCERE VER MORDI!
Victory or death!!
(Even if I must die trying, I will still prevail.)
The Wind rages yet!
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from difference it's impossible to see
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to those who threathen the kind those who destroy hope those whose lives been tortured by the evil FACE THE POWER OF MY SWORD FOR IT PIERCES THROUGH ALL THATS EVIL in know it sounds like stupid but i live by my own code of knights
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hay gusy lols
Insane gallery you have here, man.
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You say anything you want about me as you please, but I am what I am and thats something you can never be.
A crooked smile with a twisted mind,
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