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| lancer1237 | May 12 2008, 11:17 AM Post #1 |
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Architect of the Angelus
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Tales of reality So many stories, our destines crossed Our breath our life, our enemies stopped The heavens and earth, the depths of the abyss Untied together in this reality, tis bliss The sweat and blood That humans have withstood Built vast cities and towns Establishers of class and lineage of crowns Elves, seekers of the divine Those that pale the strain of time With magic and lore to guide their souls Their pride remains their only toll Half elves cast in the cross and fold Their story blotched and left untold Encapsualte the curiosity of both race Thier minds advance, power thier state On beaten wings the Angelus rise Their magnificance soars across the skies Both so alike yet so different from a Diety They intertwine the threads of destiny |
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| lancer1237 | May 12 2008, 11:24 AM Post #2 |
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Persona Who are you? What is it that reflects in my eye? I am you, and you are I What are you doing? What is your goal? I am you, I am your soul How were you born? Where did you come from? I am you, I was born from a fragment of the angels storm What should we do? Where should we start? We will begin as one till at last we part |
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| lancer1237 | May 14 2008, 08:09 AM Post #3 |
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Drowning When born of two There are so few Who rise beyone their alloted time Who will forever senselesly try Oh how futile this world is A world belonging to this Pain and stuggling in my eyes do I see In this bleak and murky reality So we keep falling Bound by the chains which keep us trawling Through darkened and unfair waters towering Above our eyes, we struggle against the drowning |
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| lancer1237 | May 14 2008, 08:20 AM Post #4 |
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Tense Future present and past It was that way when I thought it last Yet they all cross and intertwine All a fragment of humanities time Yet my past which plauges me still Chains me to my life, and in this it fills Every moment of my being, my love my life My loathing, my hate and my inconsolable strife My past controlls my present and in it my life does steer Yet I do not wish to remain here I look for the life today And away from my past I wish to stray Which leads us to the future and posobility shines In the future do innocent dreams fly And in the future my past does stop Whilst the past is unchangeable, the future is not. |
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| lancer1237 | May 15 2008, 01:33 PM Post #5 |
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Dedication to someone who is gone but never forgotten You who stand at my mirrors image The one I act upon this stage My reflection at the waters edge Who's ripple destroyed, I have know pledged To never hate for the senseles crime To never hate for the past and for the time When those who chose to lay the blame And mark one person as one and the same As the rest of a group who in terror they instill Untill the blood of the innocent shed, grants them an empty fill |
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| lancer1237 | May 15 2008, 01:40 PM Post #6 |
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Gate of paradise The gate of paradise is at last open And in this gate rests life's token A testement to the knowledge of heaven A barrier against each sin, seven But oh entering this paradise I do self betray As in the garden comes one thing to stay The darkness of the human mind Does taint the garen and its spring unkindly kind And so the plants do rot The magnificant tree in its life stops The spring so cruelly stagnates But was this act a mere part of fate? It is true that nothing can keep going But yet humans here in life keep showing A determined will and in their potential they have rose The gates of paradise have at last closed Edited by lancer1237, May 15 2008, 01:40 PM.
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| lancer1237 | May 16 2008, 11:21 AM Post #7 |
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Alchemist of love You fail Parcelus, you pitiful wretch In alchemy and in skill I surpass you and strecth My pot which radiates the light of doves I am the alchemist of love I seek not the stone of eternal life Which would bring this world endless strife Nor do I seek the vast and empty souless wealth I am sustained on love, the bringer of health And for my listeners who interject And before they crush my ideals and reject I will show you how to make The essence of love within the spirits lake Firstly a drop of blood into the pot you drop Let fire burn away hatered and rage, stop Now before the fire does completely burn Instill the rampant passion in the sacred urn Next add water into the bloody puddle And mix in the gentle struggle That is the vissicitudes of lifes demand To stand the test of times endless sand Next a blessing of mother earth should be sent Into the mixture and to loves shall be bent To add the chance of growth and fertility The success of love is given its certainty Finally the gust of life is blown inside The souls esscene within does rise And gives the fleeting everlasting release And just as easy grants lovers peace The quintesscence of the blood is complete, feel its glorious heal As it repairs the broken hearted, and thus my love is as pure steel However in the mixture of my love with her's it is false to say That she would return my love in any way |
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