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An Existence.

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A broken soul
A shattered memory
Just...
A fragmented memory that you've left to rot
None would understand...





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Exodus

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Image: 03
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Fonts: 12

20080511
5/11/2008 06:25:00 PM

20 minutes to book in.. I start to ponder. will she forget me? haha.. i guess so..


20080504
5/04/2008 02:39:00 PM

I feel nothing.. but.. tsk.. nevermind that..

I hereby present to you my latest work..

Repristination

Act I

Servants of thy souls;
Do you not hear?
Do you not speak?
Hath torture embraced thy dreams;
Hath faith granted thy purpose –
Shalt thine fail thou, a silent will?

Resonance enters discreetly;
Creeping, crawling, prowling –
The assassin doesn’t flee.
Oaths served none to trust;
Vows proved none but just.
When shalt thou soul be due?

Act II

Allegiance was our pledge;
Of a love meant to last.
Our dreams formed a wedge;
Nightmares burnt to dust.
To whom should we blame,
When thee hath flown away?

Writhing in silence when hearts divide,
The double-edged sword is here to stay.
Fallen feathers leave no clue,
Fallen petals age with scent –
Shimmering memories shatter in truth;
All that’s left – a broken soul.

Act III

Amidst the crowds that roam the streets,
The stage is set at your decree.
Paving and pacing with tiny steps;
Harsh and hoarse thou journey be.
The morrow proves a tenebrous feat –
For what that looms had begun.

Thine horizons delude and deceive;
The maiden’s prayer could not be heard.
Feathers of hope upon the angel’s wings –
May thou soar with dreams embraced.
Scouring the lands thine had cursed,
Thou shalt seek freedom within thee soul.

Act IV

As tranquil as it may seem,
The end has yet to commence.
What shalt thee redeem?
What shalt thee assay?
Breaking free from the ties that bind –
When wilt thee endeavor be done?

Even if the morrow beckons joyful beginnings;
Emptiness wilt forestall thee endeavor.
Roads ahead shall be rough –
The humble saint speaks no evil.
To where shalt thou seek beatitude?
To where shalt thou earn truth?

Act V

Ripples that form on water’s surface;
Strange yet alluring for humility’s sake.
Reserved and reticent, thou wings shalt form;
Pride and honor – thou amour-propre.
Wings of truth serve thee through;
Dreams of the morrow shall unfold…


20080503
5/03/2008 03:13:00 PM

here's something i read.. from this RPG : Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core
Read and enjoy


LOVELESS ( POEM )

Loveless - Prologue

When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky

Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting

Loveless - Act I

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take it to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest

Loveless - Act II

There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds

Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh

Loveless - Act III

My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow

My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess

Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return

Loveless - Act IV

My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess

My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber

Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The wind sails over the water's surface
Quietly, but surely

Loveless - Act V -Made by Genesis-

Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice