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+Order of the Blood+...watching her golden eyes as they shift around+Order of the Blood+
looking from his velvet royal red curtains to his desk with a long stick candle baring a calm flame and some scattered papers, he steps forward and closes his eyes as she sympatheically looks at him...his muscular body, his long black hair with such a rich shine..."the longer you wait..." he interupted "i know..." and slowly opened his deep red wine eyes and stared at her...staring at her lushes red hair her beautiful body he came forward to the night stand beside his bed where she lay and opened the drawer. Out came a blade and he held it up looking at the glare it got from the light


the forgtten seaWater rushing up to it's queen, her body...deep where it cannot be seen small droplets of all of her pain, all true emotions left in the rain my body only becomes...closer to free just bury my memories far away from methe forgtten sea
push me with your wave full of hope...that dies show me who it is, that can hear my cries.
i can feel its pull wanting to flood me...wanting to feed so cold, so emotional, yet...into nothing...it leads deep dark blue, take me away, show me who is floating, within your waves your tender parts are dying, and there are so many graves... &nb


The Samurai's OathThe Samurai's OathThe Samurai's Oath
I can still remember
what you have told me
as faded as i am, as weak as i have become
i can still remember, to never look back, and to never look towards the future, for today may be my last
my last...holding my sacred blade, staring into your eyes, tasting sweet revenge splattering on my face
i can still remember to carry honor, and to let those that hurt me the most...die slowly, and to let those that fought hard...die slowly,
and i will never forget the true enemy who lives inside of me, &n
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I'll be your father, I'll be your mother,
I'll be your lover, I'll be yours
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"Hell ain't shit!"
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I'll be your father, I'll be your mother,
I'll be your lover, I'll be yours
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Don't talk shit unless you're prepared to eat it.
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"A drug is a substance which, when injected in a rat, produces a paper."
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-- Cosira
Making fun of the powerful is Bravery, because they can make you pay for what you say. This is why Satire is the weapon of the Clever Courageous. Making fun of someone weaker than you are, that is merely Cowardice.
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