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Forgotten SaviorLilies bloom in holly's stead,Forgotten Savior
Christmas magic left for dead.
We pick up her, on Easter's morn,
Here we left our rose's thorn.
Brought to this world and taken again,
All for our imperfect sin.
Some have forgotten the gift he gave;
They have become their own hate's slave.
Songs and prayers lifted to God on high,
But they have forgotten how to cry.
Innocent man, they hears, wall killed
On Calvary's cross; our hearts should be stilled.
Dead for us each and all,
But we treat Him like he's just a last call.
The back of our minds is all we let Him see;


becomings of a high princess She was an enigma that's for sure. The only highly ranked vampire with a habit of obedience and submission. She didn't develop power, she was born with it- all warm blooded vampires are. Her intelligence was well beyond her years, and by age five she had perfected her gift for telepathy- the rarest gift among our kind- and at seven she could hold her own against the king's army. So this fatherless girl of no status took my place in the cresent palace as high princess of the court of night.becomings of a high princess
I turned this new princess into the fiercest warrior this realm has ever seen. Combining the intense


Monotony's Song WritersI tire dearly of the timeless song That is sung by the world to which we belong.Monotony's Song Writers
Its a tiring thing to repeat each day, Over and over with never a change.
Theories and lies dot our minds, But nothing changes except the skies.
Some are broken, some are used, But deep inside were all abused.
We say its nothing; we swear it will pass. But I now those famous words will be my last.
I know that in secret were all well aware Of the demons that haunt us and steal the air.
They tell us to listen and follow the norm,


BruiseGrey, purple, yellow, blueBruise
A sign of pain- tried and true.
Bleeding with no blood
So much as it hurts, its a feeling I love.
No feeling then
A few hours later, the pain rushes in.
Gentle throbs, like a broken kiss,
The hurt increases, now peace I miss.
A little longer, the pain dwells on,
Throbbing in time to my heart beats song.
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She is my goddess and my creator,
She has been the solace of my life
... and death
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"The genius of Einstein leads to Hiroshima."
Pablo Picasso
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"The genius of Einstein leads to Hiroshima."
Pablo Picasso
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Colorful rainbows are never complete without a dark streak
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Can't stop the passion, can't stop being me.
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Colorful rainbows are never complete without a dark streak
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