Thy vision is filled with the bleak void
At last waning from life,
Thou art to become of the Sun and Moon.
Time that was lost, a desecration of high authority
Slipping away through the cracks in thy reach.
A once proud soul, thou art lost to the void
Yet a voice calls thee to hearken
A gentle love grasps out through the black
Two beings are thy salvation.
Thou knowest them as thy will
For we belong to thyself
It is our voice that looms through the dark waters
To beckon thee
In death, thy will be born anew
Fit to finally be one with us
We have waited a very long time for thy eternal embrace
Come to us, and forget the troubles of times long
Lost as humans, we have existed throughout the years as legends among our locales. We are a once great empire, forgotten throughout time, and once again, the trials complete, we rebuild. Our legacy now reigns supreme, as the steeled, hardened nature of us is aligned, the two sides of a coin, our forces magnitudes cause even the most powerful spirits to flee. We are the Outcasts, Wanderers, never to be truly seen. The time to see is now, we ride forth to conquer. This force cannot be stopped. Mentally conditioned, physical prowess, spiritual oneness, we Wanderers know the time of waiting is over, and the time to act is now, to seize
Is it there? For I, it is a pain and a soothing warmth. I am unsure. There are signs of both things happening... Although I remain true. I have not changed, but instead have become more grateful for even less of what I possess. The uncertainty remains heavily, but some signs I have received show otherwise. The pain held within slowly recedes in the place of hope and belief. I understand the view.... But I resent the aftermath. The stench of exclusion remains and I bask in it, for how else shall the corrupt remain true? I returned, and shall not leave, for nothing can stand in the way of my determination and hope. Let it be known, that the spi
Thy vision is filled with the bleak void
At last waning from life,
Thou art to become of the Sun and Moon.
Time that was lost, a desecration of high authority
Slipping away through the cracks in thy reach.
A once proud soul, thou art lost to the void
Yet a voice calls thee to hearken
A gentle love grasps out through the black
Two beings are thy salvation.
Thou knowest them as thy will
For we belong to thyself
It is our voice that looms through the dark waters
To beckon thee
In death, thy will be born anew
Fit to finally be one with us
We have waited a very long time for thy eternal embrace
Come to us, and forget the troubles of times long
Lost as humans, we have existed throughout the years as legends among our locales. We are a once great empire, forgotten throughout time, and once again, the trials complete, we rebuild. Our legacy now reigns supreme, as the steeled, hardened nature of us is aligned, the two sides of a coin, our forces magnitudes cause even the most powerful spirits to flee. We are the Outcasts, Wanderers, never to be truly seen. The time to see is now, we ride forth to conquer. This force cannot be stopped. Mentally conditioned, physical prowess, spiritual oneness, we Wanderers know the time of waiting is over, and the time to act is now, to seize
Is it there? For I, it is a pain and a soothing warmth. I am unsure. There are signs of both things happening... Although I remain true. I have not changed, but instead have become more grateful for even less of what I possess. The uncertainty remains heavily, but some signs I have received show otherwise. The pain held within slowly recedes in the place of hope and belief. I understand the view.... But I resent the aftermath. The stench of exclusion remains and I bask in it, for how else shall the corrupt remain true? I returned, and shall not leave, for nothing can stand in the way of my determination and hope. Let it be known, that the spi
To think, that a life can be taken in such a small number of even the most simple, even innocent of ways baffles me. To think, my life is highly insignificant in the matter of anything... To have faced demons and spirits and to be able to ward them away through sheer willpower... That nagging feeling of despair and lonliness that brings the ice cold grip of death... Having then losing nearly immediately for idiotic reasons.... To fail, scramble back to my feet and fail again pushing the despair even further... Wanting to hate but having so much kindness to pour out.... The one person who can say one thing in a particular manner that can make
I am be dangerous now
Not me hurt
When stairs fell down
Me pushed by you
Me hit head
Me nose broke
Soon you be dead
Soon you be dead
So strong my face is
You punch break fingers
Kick me you're limping
Stab me you're bleeding
I am be angerous now
You throwing rock at me
Hit eye and it no hurt me
I'm strong
You're not
You're not
I'm making time for fighting
I'm clearing time for hitting
We'll meet and I will beat you
Our schedules permitting
I pick out fighting outfit
Don't want my pants too tight
Need clothes to breath to beat you
You'll be beaten down tonight
I'm so fucking tough
I'm so fucking tough
That's right