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Cracking pain of their breaking bones Sent their voices into the night Children paled before their might Cowering in bonfires that were there homes Their swords were like demons Bathed in their kinblood The men reared like the devil's flood That left not one... not a single one Their souls wail Remembering every detail They won’t let go until they're avenged A thousand years... it’s yet to end They're still there—nothing but bones Their anger lingers in the night Children hide from their might Cowering in shadows that no one knows Crying about demons That used swords of blood Drowning the living with the flood That no one remembers—not a single one

Rainy days evoke a sense of sadness Deep within it feels groundless Lack of love Lots of fog and a craving to touch light Wash me clear I am not myself without you If I love myself then I love you, I read somewhere If I love you then I love myself, the read says I am not myself without you Where are you

Life and Death "Death is the longest thing." "When all the people get extinct, who is going to dig up our fossils?" "Mommy - what do you want to be when you evolve?" "Mommy, when you were a kid, I wasn't in this world or out of it. I was a wasn't." Dad explained to me the meaning of the expression "Early bird gets the worm". My response: "If you are a worm, you should sleep late." Me: "Some people have to die." Dad: "Really? Why?" Me: "Otherwise the Earth gets too crowded, we run out of room and everyone will die." "Daddy, you should hide under the covers so the bad guys think you are already dead." "If you try to count to infinity, it will be too late. You'll be dead." Being a grown-up "Why do grown-ups work and work and work and work?" "Daddy, I hate being little." "Why?" "Because I can't drink beer, wine, Baileys or lattes. Oh yeah, or drive a car. "Daddy, you don't like this video game, do you." "Yes, I do." "Well when you play it, you never smile." Everyday Heard

The Carnival of Life was a huge success. Aquatics have now mingled within the other species and the rebirth of Life was on the way. The kukuris need to make sure they have everything cleaned up and ready for the festival. The king of the ocean, to which he likes to call himself, decided to make his way up to see what was going on. As he was walking, he looked around and saw the kukuris placing up decorations of flowers and banners while others were helping to clean up the coliseum. It was a mess as expected if Life got herself involved with the battle. The pearl aquatic was debating whether to help or not. It wasn’t really in his nature to be ‘nice’ to all the ‘commoners’ he’s accounted for. He was about to turn around and leave when he noticed someone familiar within the crowd. “Maxima is here?” He ruffled his long fur then decided to walk towards the raven aquatic. Once he was beside her he cleared his throat a little. “Maxima, fancy seeing you here” The busy atmosphere of the

I am broken, mind and soul I am broken, with only one goal To keep going, or let myself go fighting to stay happy but the world says no Crushed by many, betrayed by plenty will i survive? I'm a shell left alone I cannot keep going Yet I still go, days keep flowing why must I wake each morning? just to relive it over and over again? Explain it to me, why do I suffer?? you cant, so why even bother. I jumped through fire, I fought my own anger and withered in sadness to a point where it just drove me to sudden madness keep your lies, pity and shame.. i am DONE with your shitty game betray me you have, lied to me you did so why do i still keep going? i never asked to be here, I'm sorry you have to know me if I'm that much of a poison why didn't you just abandon me? I never asked to be treated so harsh and bitter I thought I was loved once, boy such a kidder keep your poison and your toxic energy not even the moon stays around forever, it too needs a break once the sun

He tells me now How he misses the early days Our story folded So close I remember Long nights Warm touch In the morning Breathing light through the hold of my hair

Chapter 22 Alissa with Bernt on a leash came rushing over to Jasper, who had managed to defeat Ultimate Quartz with the help of the robot with just as many arms. Dr. Doofenshmirtz and Simon came to her quickly. - How did it go? Alissa shouted. Have you defeated the fusion? Jasper turned around. - Yes, Alissa, she answered. I have. It’s the Ultimate Quartz, and it’s a very large fusion of far too many gems. Probably the quartzes. Alissa looked at the gems which turned out to be fourteen amethysts, nine jaspers and one carnelian. Jasper recognized them, and she knew it had gone too far. - How did it go over there? It was Dr. Doofenshmirtz's voice, and Jasper turned to glare at him and Simon. - What are you doing here? she said brusquely. I thought the robot was helpful if you weren't controlling it! Gargamel and Megaslank immediately got out of the robot and came closer. - We don't work for Dark Amber, Simon pointed out. We’re against her. - Oh, really? Jasper said looking stern. Why do

The softness of her scent, of Eagle 100’s and cinnamon, The kindness in her toothless smile. Her shuddering breath as arthritis twists and mangles her hands. The confused sorrow in her greying eyes. The hurt in her voice, as the last ten minutes are erased from her decaying memory. I feel my heart ache and break as I tend to new scores on her withered skin. I smile at her repetitive stories, even as I battle away my encroaching tears. I smile, so she doesn’t see how much I hurt due to her own pains. I act like a fool, so she doesn’t seem alone. I listen to the same stories over and over, branding them in my brain to remember her, To remember the history and stories of her mind. The petal like texture to her skin, so delicate, bruised from age. Over time, she formed new marks, As she committed self-harm in the sense of curiosity. I fight back my distress at the wrenching thought, At the promise of future pain. Her memory fades even more now, Blanked, erased, and disconnected. I see

[DAILY DEVIATION OF APRIL 19, 2024] Meet Sally, our story’s protagonist. Now who the hell is this “Sally” person? Well, she's your average twenty-first-century gal, with the wavy blonde hair and flashy pink shirt and all. In her online bio, she proudly declares herself an underrated user, a lover of animals and computing. But there's more to Sally than meets the eye. Deep down, beneath her tech-savvy exterior, lies a burning desire to escape to the sacred "Digital World," an elusive utopia that exists only in her imagination—for now. As she navigates the complexities of modern life, Sally finds herself drawn ever closer to the possibility of transcending reality and entering a realm where the possibilities are limited only by her imagination. One unfaithful day, Sally found herself engrossed in her typical internet routine, clicking through forums, watching cat videos, and tinkering with code on her laptop. The familiar chime of her doorbell interrupted the rhythm of her online

I see the clouds overhead Feel the wind on my face I know what's coming next A storm is passing through Some would seek shelter I embrace the storm openly Why dread what nature gives It's simply a part of life I will stand in the rain Feel it splash upon my skin A calming sensation for me It reminds me of the past I used to embrace the wild Explore my environments Few would dare to follow So I could be at peace I recall many a time I'd come home all dirty A fall in a puddle of mud Or a dip in a local creek Yet as I grew much older Nature ceased to exist Replaced by empty spaces Where man would soon build Those places may be gone But the storms still rage So I'll walk in said storms To cleanse my body and soul I see the clouds overhead Feel the wind on my face I know what's coming next A storm is passing through