The blood of my men a guilt I bear,
Trees merry with laughter as I die.
My only wish, to escape them,
The only way, through the sky.
And as I walk through solemn woods,
No warriors left to raise a cry.
Once thundering blades now hollow thuds,
And I have no wings with which to fly.















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.:~UNITED-ART:.
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I get a kick out of being an outsider constantly. It allows me to be creative. I don't like anything in the mainstream and they don't like me. --Bill Hicks
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.:~UNITED-ART:.
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We are here to stay
Better be nice
Because we have hell of a bite!
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I get a kick out of being an outsider constantly. It allows me to be creative. I don't like anything in the mainstream and they don't like me. --Bill Hicks
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We are here to stay
Better be nice
Because we have hell of a bite!
This is so much bollocks
I want to just shit straight on the computer screen
It's me michael
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..the greatest thing, you'll ever know..
..is just to love..
..and be loved in return..
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This is the story of a girl who made her dreams come true after she came to posses a magic art kit and many artistic gifts were bestowed upon her.
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