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The High Roada phalangal ticking, scrapes away the luster and shine
making up time with corrosive scrapings reaching the mind 1
idle threats and impatience run me ragged, locking me up
ramming away into a wall and yet,pushing myself back with a shove 2
damn this block!
A path is evident, whereas there's another less so... confusion
choices...decisiveness... not me at this moment,just a contusion
an obstinate and conflict weary mind works against the heart
making way for devilment and fallacy to sneak in,on the devil's part
a daydream this isn't because this reality chafes like a saddle on a horse
drawing lines with tombstones, while staying on a pre-written course
papyrus still blank, while storms rage and still never rain upon it's face
a disembodied paragraph without thought, hanging in disgrace
what must i do to retreat or escape the intertwining grasp of fear
I fear what might be an error in diction..or the fact that i don't adhere
... what is this?!
absolute... honest... i need a picture to pa
Mannequins and shopping kartsHere we go, running, while in place
Here we go, becoming a mild disgrace
Here we go, mannequins in stores, here we go
A sight to see, posing for anything is likely
Take off the clothes and see imperfections like me
Spot the weakness in models with different parts
We're metaphors as in mannequins and shopping karts
Taking only so much, we're plastics,yet human to the touch
Don't push unless you're willing to carry what falls
Take them away, mannequins
manneqins and shopping karts
Take them awya, Pathotrends
Like bad parts in shopping karts
Take a hand, lead the heart
Frail DedicationsTongues encased in bone and flesh
Fall away under death
Fighting with broken bones and empty threats
Taking with them, what's left
Taking with them
Scared apparitions, not untrue visions
Words matter not, break them down
Watch them scatter, watch them shatter
Watch them scatter
We will not deny the fight
The fight to strengthen our life
Making true the presentation
built on faith, praise new dedications
Crux Cross Chapter 35 (The Final Battle of Book 1)
Crux Cross Chapter 35
The Final Battle
A Light Without Definition
Matthew looked around and noticed he was standing on the back of a colossal dark owl. This owl's wings were stretched out but they were not moving. The entire world was covered in darkness, not a spec of light existed in this dark world. The dark owl itself had glowing yellow eyes, the symbol of Baphomet on it's forehead. Matthew saw Corax was placed at the top of the head while Matthew was near the center area. He was sitting on a throne on top of a red and black stair case.
Corax himself was in a red and black robe that looked almost identical to Matthew, except his had the Baphomet symbol on the chest, black gloves with the Baphomet symbol on them and glowing black eyes. Corax did not have to take off his hood for his robe had no hood, he only had the Edo stone that became the two horns growing out of his forehead. He tapped the right arm rest of his jewel encrusted red an
Crux Cross Chapter 36 (Final Chapter of Book One)
Crux Cross Chapter 36 (Final Chapter)
An Adventure is still out there.
Matthew looked around and saw half the world become pure dark again. Matthew's half became basked in golden light. The eye of darkness collapsed on itself and began to take shape in the dark half. Matthew saw a throne form in front of him, a throne made out black and purple design.
A muscular and strong human body made out of pure darkness formed on the throne. This being had pure dark yellow eyes and hair as black as the world that he now inhabited. This being cross his legs sat back in his seat.
He looked up a Matthew and Matthew's green wings disappeared in a bright light. This being clapped his hands and smiled, the white teeth sharp as nails.
“Well done! You made quite the performance, calling upon your woman's skills. I would call that cheating but so is absorbing the life of dozens of people for 200 years of time” This being's dark and ominous voice sound
Spirit PeopleChapter 19:
Beast did a loud whistle, grabbing everyone's attention.
"Okay, if we're all done conjugating, I would like to explain what we're going to do next," he said.
"Let me guess, we're going to discuss how to take down Samuel?" Keith assumed.
"Exactly. How listen, a lot of you Spirit People only knew him for a few moments, mainly because he took control of him, and the residents of this mansion only knew him for a day, so you don't know much about him. Me and my group however know a lot about Samuel, so we can tell you anything you need about him if you have questions," Beast explained.
"So, where's this base of his? You said he had one in almost every single country in the world, but you said he might be at the one in America," Skitter asked.
"It's a big, old warehouse in the dense woodland a couple miles outside city limits," Beast answered.
Drake eyes widened in surprise.
"Something wrong?" Beast asked the man.
Drake asked, "How far out is this warehouse and where exactly is i
The horror of Gek!It was a Wednesday night, and the clocks were striking 6:31!
Well...There was actually only one clock, and it wasn't really 'Striking', rather just 'Being'. Red, neon digits shining out from the face of a small, black radio alarm clock. The kind that would most probably emit a brain piercing beep rather than anything that could be described as a strike.
Henry slowly stalked around his darkened bedroom (He'd drawn the curtains as tight as they would go) as he lit the small candles which were positioned at each point of the obtuse heptagram which he had meticulously scrawled onto the underside of a few big sheet of left over wrapping paper taped together. This had been a great ordeal all of its own, as the Key Stage 3 maths syllabus tends to be more concerned with fractions and silly stuff like that rather than the finer points of occult geometry.
The ceremony called for the candles to be black. But these proved hard to obtain, so Henry had simply selected the white, tea-light ones and t
HomeThe midday sun was refracted through my tears, blurring the meadows into emerald seas. The trees became a painting that caressed my worn out limbs. The sparrows forgave me and fluttered like flocks of angels at my feet, whispering apologies.
The glaciers had torn open the bedrock, letting out darkness that seeped from underneath the conifers. The snowflakes had long since deafened my ears to the world. My eyes became deep lakes when I looked towards the otherworld. As I reached for the falling trees, I saw figures coming out of the blue.
Dreams flew shining and adorned with streaks of silver over the log houses. Red ornaments ran down the hem of my skirt, red as fire. I touched the horns of the cows as I felt the forest slowly encircling us. The silver Moon became blinding white between the sleeping hills. Stones lined a path back to the broken sound of a reed pipe.
In a wooden frame lined with black silk I was still holding my sister by the hand, looking at the crows sitting on a birc
Past Lying ScalesHello... Marketplace of Life
Can i buy a line?
You've left hanging
Looking like a thief found out
Why do you judge me?
why are your scales looking so
Could it be?!
True justice lays past lying scales
Remove misguided ideas
Remove the slighted feelings
Eat the orange peelings
And ask... about facades
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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