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((Random things that pop into my head that I might use for later. Please no stealing))
He was a young man, seen as very handsom by most people. But underneath his pleasant facade lay a dormant evil. His heart, once pure, was tormented by what he had seen and it twisted his thoughts. With nothing but pain in his past and destruction in his future, he finally gave into his despair. As he stood, numb from the sorrow that gripped him, his soul was taken apart like a puzzle as his inner demon emerged...
Power builds when gather at once,
With strength combined, the search of doubt.
Now stead heed, be aware ahead,
And hope and pray that you wouldn't be dead.
The road you lead shall be your fate,
Through time and eternal date.
Here the past shall cover, beneath such tomb,
To search for power would be your doom.
Here I stand, among the ashes of those who came before me. This monstrocity has slain countless others. What makes me any different? I am the Chosen.
None have come before me with the power I wield, and with these hands, I will stike back, and avenge our forefathers! I will bring the force of a thousand suns down upon this evil that has plagued us! It will release the blast of oppression to break my will, but I will remain. I will not be broken...not again. The search for power is over.
Scene: Dark Throne Room, on a stormy night.
You open the large, imposing doors to find your nemesis sitting on a tall throne. Hunched over, dark gaze fixating on the "guest", hands forming a triangular shape, head tilted down with a disturbing grin.
"...I've been... expecting you."
Your nemesis slowly rises, gaze unending, as if searching your soul. Lightning flashes the room. A dark mist forms at the right hand into a deadly weapon.
"Shall we... get down to business..?"
I think there is someone somewhere in the world that is perfect match for you, in beauty and personality. But it's a fairytale to believe they will just magically find you, and everything will be happily ever after. Love can't be a one way street either, both of you have to feel the same way about each other. So, go talk to everyone, follow your primitive instincts do what you're born to do (no matter how out-of-your-league you think the other person is). We're all humans in the end.
I am shrouded in darkness.
Have the face of a demon, but a heart of gold.
No one saw anything but my face,
my horrid, horrid face.
They were blind for my beauty,
left me alone in the dark.
Alone with the cold, the darkness, tears,
and the one and only thing that will bring me warmth;
Music!
It's raining outside and I listen to the gentle tap-tap on the window. A single candle is burning on the table next to where I'm sitting. People have come and gone leaving sadness and joy to me. I remember one person dear to my heart saying that he'd come back again for me someday..and that's a promise.
I had a dream of me inside a chamber filled with demons and the devil. They were choking me because I felt tight pressure around my neck but I didn't notice their hands touching me. I felt that it wasn't enough pressure to do me in, so I thought about just using my own strengh to get up but than a source of knowledge came on me to not fight what I don't understand. I called out the name of Jesus and all fail before me. We are playing god to those things which we don't understand.
Body shall rot, but slowly return,
To ground they shall be, to lively pattern.
However there's one, that's steady, one still intact,
With the souls of many who ascend heaven's at last.
Now we wait, to meet the born,
To follow the steps to turning unworn.
May life grew, may death await,
For history repeats it newly fate.
Forever in my dreams, where dreamer flown,
To the world above and greatly renown.
For its constant bubble, scaling of height.
Into the dawning sea and eventful light,
To dream the dream of dreamer's love,
Yet we stall our mind to fiction above.
Belong to life and green-blue flow,
To reddish hearts that we greatly show.
Sail with me, to the lonely place,
For there I guide to a better state.
Sail with me, to horizon's light,
And I shall lead you the beauty's night
For there you shall dare, to witness,
Packed that fare to wonder's chorus.
For this a chance beyond your plate,
That would be gone, for adventures await.
To leave all this behind,
to join you into this sweet symphony,
to not know what we'll find,
nor what we will be.
you willl be my guide,
To this unknown world,
to live with you beside,
A new adventure before us unfurled.
He is the last one. Not through choice, not through cowardice, not even by simply being superior to his brethren. An accident of fate, perhaps. He is forever destined to walk this world alone, vengeance meant nothing, only more senseless slaughter, leaving him no future beyond the next kill. But now those kills are gone, and what is left? He is the last one, nothing can change that. Perhaps he should rebuild....
I will... never be a memory...
The warmth is starting to leave and the tree gets a new blush. Spread inside the nature, we lift our heads towards the sky and admire the power we shall never rule, because it keeps us alive. And the sole voice rises impeccably high in everlasting devotion...
He felt more powerful than ever and was proud by cleaning the world from such an embaressment that lies on the ground. He looked up, the sky wasn't so far away now, since he had wings. He rose and the world was lying under with all the sufferings, pain and anguishes it contain. But he was free now, free to see his love again and be happy forever.
He tried to dodge the blade, but faild and blood spreded. The word was but finished.
But all his thoughts washed away by the blood on his hands, the scarlet red drops hitting the floor with the sound of thunder in his mind, was he still the same man, the man his love remembered or would she only see what he become. The things he had done had killed the man he was and now when his foes were vanquished there was nothing left to stop him from seeing his love but himself and what he had become. But even now the faintest of hope remain that his love not would see what he have become.
The truth isn’t pretty. It isn’t kind, or merciful, or polite. It won’t tuck you in at night and wish you sweet dreams. Like a wild animal it is neither good nor evil; it simply is. Whether a beast that lurks in the shadows or a majestic creature of the night, the truth can be one of the most frightening things to encounter. But at some point in our lives we all have to venture into the forest, basket of goods in hand, and discover what’s really out there, for better or for worse.
I’ve told myself on numerous occasions to stop thinking so much, so deep about everything and anything. It makes me sad. Things can be simple, or at least made simpler. There is no need to tear down all the surface to reveal the ugly truths.
But I can’t. I was brought up this way. I can’t stop.
If I stop, then I’m better off not living.
This is me. I can do this alone. It has always been that way.
You don't have to do things alone. There will always be people there to help you if you ask for it. Don't be afraid of the truth. The truth is what connects people. If it was something that was evil or cruel, I don't believe that humanity would have the level of connectivity it has with other people, with other species. The truth cannot and will not be something used for evil.
It is true that over-thinking even what seem to be the simplest things in life leads to sadness. And usually the truth is depressing. But since we exist anyway, we should find the enjoyable things, even if they are few in number. Find what you enjoy and experience those things for as long as possible.
It won't make them go away, but it will make the multitude of horrible truths seem more bearable. Even if it is only because you must, make it so that at the end of your life, you are satisfied.
People come and go, leave their thought that have been evoke by the beauty of the song and inspiring image.
That's the simple truth.
I should hate you for what you've done to me.....but how can I.....even as you stand ready to tear my world apart.....I can't hate you, I could never hate you....I want to hold you....I want to feel you in my arms because I know......this is the only way to mend my wounded heart
She gasped for air, the breath of life flourishing through her like winds in the grass.Her hair fluttered in the wind, the rage and sorrow rampaging through an ever-burning heart to desire but one thing; Truth.As she faced the silhouette, she let go of all the things that had happened, the sands of time that never happened.As she let the past slowly wither away, she also let go of the present, the very embers of her true being to slowly rot in the wind. All she wanted was one thing; To know why.
Was herrlichkeit ist, wagten wir zu sein.
Was Schicksal ist meinten wir nicht zu folgen.
Wie viele Freunde haben wir verloren.
Doch hier stehe ich am erreichten ziel und werde über euch wachen
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What is glory for we dare not be.
What is fate we do not follow.
How many friends we've lost.
But here I stand at the goal reaching and will watch over you
The brightest lights burn half as long.
The cowardly peasant looks out his straw house, 2 knights approach
The peasant lets them in to hear news of his former father who he ran away from has been killed in combat. Suddenly, feeling remorse for running away, he gets angered and whats revenge. He returns to his castle and puts on an old knight uniform. "Your crown" said a man. The peasant hesitant at first but soon accepts it. He approaches his fathers grave with pride and stands over as the rain subsides after days of non stop rain
And all in all, I could agree,
But there some things that needed to be free.
Understand now or never, that your words were true,
But in the end, for moment, I feel it too.
There you were that stain and shed,
That your eyes were swell with mourning dread.
To the fear be taken, be lost through scare,
And the wretched wrath of constant nightmare.
Into the void of no return,
That faces a path of similar pattern.
Lacrimosa, the meaning to weep,
That you cried so low that I shutter and sleep.
Embrace your weather of rainy red,
Of blossoms leaves to morning shed.
Your touch shall receive, of truer bliss,
To meet and love the showering lips.
Together again shall I never cower,
For you present my scarlet's power.
Never once shall I took my step,
To never betray your wondrous prep.
The days are long, yet i keep going on
The weather is harsh, this is not a marsh
The days are hot and i know it will not start raining,
The nights are cold, terrible, sorrowful and draining
This hike, this journey, will be long, but i am not in no hurry
To be free, that what its all about
If a person thinks the truth is hard, that's usually because he has been lied to or has been lying to himself for a very long time. If the truth hurts, then perhaps his beliefs are the problem. Sure, there are sad things in life, but the truth isn't one of them. If anything, truth brings peace and closure, not sadness. Sadness in this case is just a natural mechanism letting someone know that his preconceived notion about something was wrong. Reality only sucks for people who don't live in it.
Tyrants will always find a reason for their tyranny, the unjust will not listen to the reasoning of the just. We are blinded from the truth and born into bondage, we live in a world where freedom means nothing. Where others make choices for us, many have sold their freedom for modern luxuries, and worship a system that cares nothing for the you, all you are to them is just a number. We must be free, we must let others know the truth. The truth is never pretty, but it has to be done, wake up.
You left him alone with his thoughts, and his thoughts ate him alive.
Sail with me, to the lonely place, For there I guide to a better state. Sail with me, to horizon's light, And I shall lead you the beauty's night For there you shall dare, to witness, Packed that fare to wonder's chorus. For this a chance beyond your plate, That would be gone, for adventures await.
Of Monsters and Men: “Your Bones”
Troubled spirits on my chest
Where they laid to rest.
The birds all left, my tall friend,
As your body hit the sand.
Million stars up in the sky
Formed a tiger’s eye
That looked down on my face,
Out of time and out of place.
So hold on.
Hold on to what we are.
Hold on to your heart.
Yeah Yeah Yeah’s: “Runaway”
I was feeling sad,
Can’t help looking back
Highways flew by…
Run, run, run away
No sense of time
I’d like you to stay,
Want keep you inside
Run, run, run away
Lost, lost, lost my mind
(I’d) like you to stay
Want you to be my prize
Run, run, run away
Lost, lost, lost my mind
Regina Spektor: “Eet”
It’s like forgetting the words to your favorite song
You can’t believe it, you were always singing along
It was so easy, and the words so sweet
You can’t remember, you try to feel the beat
The White Stripes: “Offend in Every Way”
You tell me to relax
and listen to these facts
that everyone’s my friend
and will be till the end
but know this much is true
no matter what I do
no matter what I say
offend in every way
Foster the People: “Houdini”
Got shackles on, my words are tied
Fear can make you compromise
Lights turned up, it’s hard to hide
Sometimes I want to disappear
Imagine Dragons: “Bleeding Out”
You tell me to hold on
Oh, you tell me to hold on
But innocence is gone
And what was right is wrong
‘Cause I’m bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is to bring you down
I’ll bleed it out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
Brad Sucks: “Making Me Nervous”
One step at a time, don’t be livin’ on the line
I don’t need a friend, I got morbid on the mind
Sunshine in my brain, makin’ everyone complain
Radio in the heart, don’t be bein so strange
Awolnation: “Not Your Fault”
Baby when I’m yellin at you,
It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault
And baby cause I’m crazy for you
It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault
And baby I’m a little confused
It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault
And baby it’s some wonderful news
It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault
Mumford and Sons: “Lover of the Light”
I had done wrong
You build your tower
But call me home
And I will build a throne
And wash my eyes out never again
But love the one you hold
And I’ll be your goal
To have and to hold
A lover of the light
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