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| Kurayami |
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| Death and decay are of me, and in that i do find my hope. Just a shadow that dwells where none can touch, nor hope to. In this I find my salvation. We fall apart and then we are shatted by the same love that is ment to hold us dear and save us from the pains of the world, Such an agony that i now embrace, and use to fear. What more is there, Death, and breath. In that we have died before swe have started and with that all the unknowns of life seem to disapear. Ignorance and Religion are a tempting suite we hold to; which deny the truth. |
| Wither, and Die in the Demoness breath, to repell Hope. |
| Casted to this world in dismal hope and in the fears and hardships that most fear. Knowning that gracee is that which comes at the edge of a blade. Death being the only way to enter a realm that shall welcome you. |
| Darkness, and all that we seek within it are held apon the strings that we have created; Fear, Hate, all the sins that make us real. Now in that we have casted out ourselves to the abyss that none shall be able to pull us free, and that is where we shall live and die. |
| Why do we answer such a dark call? |
| Banished for the light that heaven blesses us with, and in that we have fallen. Like the treads we leave in the sand, it does fade and blow away. We are just the dust that is taken from the world, and used to cast Hate apon those who are seen as diffrent. We are the tools of our own saddness. |
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| Once apon this star lit night, The Darkness did come, in droves it feel like a sheet over the world, Casting us into the total shadows. Within this man was sufficated and drowned in the dead. Over the nights that followed the only saintly light was that which was in the eyes of the few that remained Innocent, and in that light we have created Saints. Those we look apon and plead of help and love; We need these. Though numbers lack, they were special, and the sparce that were true did bring about a world, nae, an age that was dim. Shadows shall forver be, as light shall to. We are the ones who choose the path, and we to are the ones forced to walk it. Why do bleek, and why so demonic...almost depessing? |
| Because Life is. |
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