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<blockquote data-quote="Tudutsujin" data-source="post: 2405897" data-attributes="member: 34052"><p><span style="font-size: 10px">FIGHT OF THE MORNING STAR </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">I will fight thee bright sorrowful morning star fight the light, that with tear of battle so bright, the rough blade of daylight causing the silent quiet of night. One swing of the star across the falling sky to land upon your gazing eyes to end the light and insure thy victory. Its warmth giveith thy life as it shall take it away, to leave your body cold and lifeless bitter in its defeat. Baby blue in a pool of its own tears as it loses all feelings all growing numb all growing dark. Fading away from the living world and into the world of the emotionless afterlife never to be sad but never to be happy again, regretting all the things you had never done also regretting those things you wish you hadn’t. The colors of life and all that surround you dim slowly to a darkness of solitude. The darkness ever eating away at your mind as time wills on the body you left to wrought and decay. The millions of painful memories of life like demons pulling you further into world of the dead, there nails clawing at the flesh of your self images ripping you down to nothingness. Barring the heavy burden of your horrid memories you trudge on deeper into the world you know so little of and care less about how much you know of it. Finding a mirror reflecting nothing but pain and sorrow the emotions you tried so hard to escape. It soon became consumed in an image of a long ago child that had the pleasure of carelessness you never had part in indulging upon. "I loath thee so thy bitter boy ungrateful for what opportunities lay before thee, why do thy ware such a bewildered look on thyn face!" for you are me and I am you and not many opportunities I see from you so little for me. Furry raged with in thee and you rose from your knees willing the mirror to be gone and as willed it was so. Oh the power of thy rising sun was as great as said now you lay here as good as dead. Hope has fled your mind like water from a tipped over glass. As you slowly stumbled into a memory of an old house of yours as dark and grim as the expression on your own face the battle still rages on around you sounds of it dimming and coming back. The many screams of the others dyeing and suffering the same as you are suffering. The morning star has risen again and another body has hit the floor as it has fallen. How can a star so small burn so bright? So many have fallen with the morning star, for so many it has become night and never again day. Is there no heaven? Is there no hell or do it lay before me now as cold as melting ice in the heat of my anger. This holder of the morning star is not god they just play his roll judging those who need not be judged. Then claps of victory engulfed your mind as the holder of the mornings star was defeated, his rain as god so short but so destructive that remnants of it shall linger for years to come. The memories of the great battle of the morning star shall not be forgotten and thy victims of its next holder will visit them in their dark and dreary minds. Unable to rejoice you lay sobbing upon thy bed soling it in your tears of such sorrow, drenching it in pain as did the holder your soul. With one quick glance out your window do you see the holder has died and followed thee, too reap what he had sown to finish the job as his final bidding. He calls thee out, why thy life may not be sparred? He calls for thee, why thy soul mustn’t be in peace? His eyes shined like empty glasses only wet with morning dew. " Why do thee not come as I call, are ye not ready for your vengeance, for your gratifying retaliation?" </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Tudutsujin, post: 2405897, member: 34052"] [size=2]FIGHT OF THE MORNING STAR I will fight thee bright sorrowful morning star fight the light, that with tear of battle so bright, the rough blade of daylight causing the silent quiet of night. One swing of the star across the falling sky to land upon your gazing eyes to end the light and insure thy victory. Its warmth giveith thy life as it shall take it away, to leave your body cold and lifeless bitter in its defeat. Baby blue in a pool of its own tears as it loses all feelings all growing numb all growing dark. Fading away from the living world and into the world of the emotionless afterlife never to be sad but never to be happy again, regretting all the things you had never done also regretting those things you wish you hadn’t. The colors of life and all that surround you dim slowly to a darkness of solitude. The darkness ever eating away at your mind as time wills on the body you left to wrought and decay. The millions of painful memories of life like demons pulling you further into world of the dead, there nails clawing at the flesh of your self images ripping you down to nothingness. Barring the heavy burden of your horrid memories you trudge on deeper into the world you know so little of and care less about how much you know of it. Finding a mirror reflecting nothing but pain and sorrow the emotions you tried so hard to escape. It soon became consumed in an image of a long ago child that had the pleasure of carelessness you never had part in indulging upon. "I loath thee so thy bitter boy ungrateful for what opportunities lay before thee, why do thy ware such a bewildered look on thyn face!" for you are me and I am you and not many opportunities I see from you so little for me. Furry raged with in thee and you rose from your knees willing the mirror to be gone and as willed it was so. Oh the power of thy rising sun was as great as said now you lay here as good as dead. Hope has fled your mind like water from a tipped over glass. As you slowly stumbled into a memory of an old house of yours as dark and grim as the expression on your own face the battle still rages on around you sounds of it dimming and coming back. The many screams of the others dyeing and suffering the same as you are suffering. The morning star has risen again and another body has hit the floor as it has fallen. How can a star so small burn so bright? So many have fallen with the morning star, for so many it has become night and never again day. Is there no heaven? Is there no hell or do it lay before me now as cold as melting ice in the heat of my anger. This holder of the morning star is not god they just play his roll judging those who need not be judged. Then claps of victory engulfed your mind as the holder of the mornings star was defeated, his rain as god so short but so destructive that remnants of it shall linger for years to come. The memories of the great battle of the morning star shall not be forgotten and thy victims of its next holder will visit them in their dark and dreary minds. Unable to rejoice you lay sobbing upon thy bed soling it in your tears of such sorrow, drenching it in pain as did the holder your soul. With one quick glance out your window do you see the holder has died and followed thee, too reap what he had sown to finish the job as his final bidding. He calls thee out, why thy life may not be sparred? He calls for thee, why thy soul mustn’t be in peace? His eyes shined like empty glasses only wet with morning dew. " Why do thee not come as I call, are ye not ready for your vengeance, for your gratifying retaliation?" [/size] [/QUOTE]
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