✤ Looking at you through the glass . . .
∴ ‘Cause I’m looking at you through the glassDon’t know how much time has passedAll I know is that it feels
✤ Fighting . . .
∴ To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.Continue reading✤ Fighting . . .
✤ My name is Death and the end is here . . .
∴ No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Oh, Death
Well I am Death, none can excel
I’ll open the door to heaven or hellContinue reading✤ My name is Death and the end is here . . .
✤ Why . . .
∴ The boy holds loneliness in his hands,
The clear blue sky, it bears no meaning whatsoever
Why is spring an ideal?
The voice of a faraway promise ….
I can no longer hear it.
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✤ Maybe one day, things will become better . . .
∴ And there is little to do until then but pray. And if they never do, then we shall better them, through our own spilled blood. Continue reading✤ Maybe one day, things will become better . . .
✤ Finally, the air is thicker…
∴Something feels a little old
Just a little too familiar
Like I’ve done this all before, or read the story
And it’s fair, I suppose,
To dismiss it, obtrusive
Feel apart and not at home
Just like I’m used to.Continue reading✤ Finally, the air is thicker…
✤ He was once a man…
┋He was once a man. A man of focus and will, with dreams and purpose. He had seen empires, and conquered them under his sword. A man of words, and action.
But now, as he lay against that grave of his, the flame was dimming, and nature had come collecting what belonged to it.┋ Continue reading✤ He was once a man…
✤ Night of the hunt…ress.
┋Pray to your God, open your heart
Whatever you do, don’t be afraid of the dark
Cover your eyes, the devil’s inside┋ Continue reading✤ Night of the hunt…ress.
✤ No offence, but I don’t know what peace is …
┋The war had been long and arduous, and it was still not over. I had tried to return come, having been discharged, but instead of the vivid green I remember, the warm, cosy feel of the cottage, and the smell of freshly cooked food, I only found death and decay. Then, they attacked. I felt sorrow for my home, but strangely enough, as jumped and lit up my swords, a happy, homey feeling washed over me. Perhaps the truth is, I don’t know what peace is. Perhaps I never felt what it’s like. Perhaps I was never interested in it.┋ Continue reading✤ No offence, but I don’t know what peace is …
✤ And they won’t be able to come…
┋If they cross the river, what of it? If they defeat Cerberus, what of it? And the wheel, and the vultures and the Moirai and the labyrinth, and the crevasses and the shadows and even Death? They can come. They can come and kneel before the corpse throne, and pay their respects to the realm of the dead!┋
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