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Angel pendant, clipped my wings
Mosses into me, a tablet dispenser
Devolution God and a chemical habit
Drug store bandit, crash car and the get away
Tare down the sky
Disbanded, heaven in a waste land
Exacerbated, grief and the gifted
Lady heroine, bible school of the sainted and the forsaken
Holy night housed of the holy
Lady bug on my windshield,
clay statues line the streets on the road to saint peter's
Three wishes, close your eye's blow out the candle's
Past lives
War, on the back streets, chapels of prayer
Stable hand in the ghetto's of slum
Hallelujah and the second coming
Come down, commune of the third kind
New born lover and a religious score card
Till death do us part, nothing lasts forever
Bullet holes in my day dream
Emptied out , holding onto you
Corpse lover of a lifeless bride
Bring out the dead
Universal fire, the world burns brighter tonight
Judgment day raise the dead
Mosses into me, a tablet dispenser
Devolution God and a chemical habit
Drug store bandit, crash car and the get away
Tare down the sky
Disbanded, heaven in a waste land
Exacerbated, grief and the gifted
Lady heroine, bible school of the sainted and the forsaken
Holy night housed of the holy
Lady bug on my windshield,
clay statues line the streets on the road to saint peter's
Three wishes, close your eye's blow out the candle's
Past lives
War, on the back streets, chapels of prayer
Stable hand in the ghetto's of slum
Hallelujah and the second coming
Come down, commune of the third kind
New born lover and a religious score card
Till death do us part, nothing lasts forever
Bullet holes in my day dream
Emptied out , holding onto you
Corpse lover of a lifeless bride
Bring out the dead
Universal fire, the world burns brighter tonight
Judgment day raise the dead
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Waking Up (1)
As long as I could remember, I wanted to be paralyzed. Something about having working legs and working arms just did not feel right to me. Every night I went to bed hoping and wishing to wake up in the correct body. Every morning I would be disappointed to find my limbs in their normal working order. Then it happened. I woke up and I couldn’t feel my legs. Beyond that, I also felt dizzy, nauseous, and confused. I had no idea what was wrong, but I knew that I was in danger. I’m grateful that I made the decision to call 911 when I did, since I could feel the paralysis quickly spreading in my body. I don’t know exactly what happened next—I passed out before the ambulance arrived.
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Rhea Fire Emblem First-Person Drabble
Lady Rhea, Archbishop of the Church of Seiros, stood before you in the dead of the night. You had been experiencing an unsettling night in bed. The thoughts that made you turn and toss in a deep trance was lost in the crevices of your own mind as your trek to grab some fresh air was halted by a pair of fleshy, supple objects. The depression and foldable tissue was deep enough to send you right on your back on the marble flooring. Any turmoiled or abstract topic plaguing your mind vanished when you recovered and your tired eyes adjusted to the broad and tall figure that loomed over you. You audibly gasped when the tint of green appeared due to a ray of moonlight from one of the windows. The Archbishop was practically never seen outside like this. Nary any of her ornaments or fancy garb equipped over her person. Instead, the verdant haired priest had on a white robe over herself, no doubt her choice of sleepwear and a single pale flower placed on her silky head of hair. Rhea's
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(C) Ibuki's Creative Process (Part 1)
“Unbeating hearts that are all the same Empty your veins in my name New world, new god, new ways of thinking Notice me, notice me, until you suffocate!!” A message was delivered onto the sleepy suburbs, a growl that crept into the ears of everyday civilian life. It was no government declaration, more similar to a concert, but still not quite – it was indeed lyrics that haunted the population, and its aggressive words rapidly spread unrest from neighbor to neighbor. Without any instruments to make a melody or support the vocals, the violent mood was still made cuttingly clear, deciphered to mean it was an omen. Screams snapped, first sparse and distant from one another, before crescendoing into a roar-like gasp. In a swirl of residential architecture, individuals happened upon an image more astonishing than any song. Some saw it from their balconies, others gawked from the streets; two different roads were jammed by its presence, causing cars and trucks to honk at what they had yet
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