Damned by a life unlived
afflicted by a sickness


merely mending of false designMerely mending of false design Here, now. Some value may yet be found Though not divine,merely mending of false design
Nor christened right,
Merit may still be.
Sad is one
Who by poor design Limits merited value For destined doom
Some small stake Ross up to fill the void And exist some small design
Reality holds no truth
Beyond reality in same
Merely mending of false design.
And yet still remains The question: destiny
Made to fold or bend Some merit or equity We still may find
Bound to ghastly form &n


predictionThe deviant ways lost embrace the warmth descriptive thoughts beliefs intertwinedprediction
The blind eye that has no sight with the wise mask wit
make heaven earth when new fire reigns
The blood of others spilled but once all shall turn smoke shall reign
The third eye but, true sight remains Hidden, behind built of stone and throne


The days of our livesConstructor, inventor, helper, slave. A giver. A worldless mystic. An idealist, A hoper, AThe days of our lives
changer. A wanter, but never A taker.
I build bridges to hard places. I invent new ways to help. I give with no
thought to myself I hope for a better, happier tommarow. I act for change, for the "good cause." I want everything. But never take anything for myself


To you: A Calm in the Chaos...Dearest Martyr, I still do not know your name, But I saw the steel crash and bend Against your skinTo you: A Calm in the Chaos...
A flash of headlights and illuminated raindrops Freezing me like liquid nitrogen
A screech of a war hawk, That found its prey.
And with a sharp burst of sound -- The bomb hit ground zero...
Cliché cries of distress, fear of arrest! "I swear, I didn't see him! He came out of nowhere!" You were silent, still, serene in the chaos, Crimson creeping from your still form.
Perished...
I stand here now Drenched
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You asked me what was wrong and I said "nothing"; then you turned away and I whispered "everything"...
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We are always telling our stories. Sometimes we use our words.
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and thanks for the fav on my never more
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啊多麼好是你不理解這糞
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ok cya im leaving this account
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If you see with your own eyes, how do you know they see you?
I hope you have a nice stay!
thats me
ahhelga
aka Pauline
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