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Ying and YangLight vs. Dark, Evil vs. good, God vs. Satan. Opposites of the spectrum, a eternal struggle of power. One, one the light. The light to penetrate the darkness and horror, of the shade. And one, one of the purest evil. Set, only on the destruction and firery oblivion, of all mankind. A tormented, horrific battle. With an end result, of only devastation on the horizon, and pain in its wake. To the original Japanese, the eternal beings writhing in everlasting battle, is the dragon and the tiger. Who the figures are in this eternal struggle for the fate of mankind, that varies purely on the culture; and, the story they deem most coherent. But if yYing and Yang by ~remnentsofabrokenman
HarvesterHarvestor of the damned, ferryman of Hades. Cryptically erect he stands. Clad, in firery folds, of his blood stained cloak. The shadows creep from the dark, the hounds of hell baying at his heels. As the moonlit sky looms over head, the shrills of the damned resonate through the night. His icey hand clutching his scythe, as his demonic eyes pierce to your core. Ominously he looms, coldly he stares. The folds of his tattered cloak wisps in the wind. And I see, yes I see. The agonized faces, of the souls he's crushed. As their wail of eternal agony is etched in my mind and soul. Who is this demon, this hell spawn. Who, is this creature of theHarvester by ~remnentsofabrokenman
The Quest of a heroThe knife of life, is that of a cruel thing. The blade will not merely graze. it comes, in a firey blaze. It burn the body, leaving a crisp. The blade plunging to the core, ripping apart every goddamn pore. I speak of no lore, your blood will pour. I walk onto the battle field, the corpses at hand. I stare at what the world has left in its wake, the earth truly quakes. How do I stand, my legs are all mangled. My arms ripped and shredded. my head bloody, oozing and light. Why do I not feel any fright? My plight was to fight, but the will is gone. Do I walk alone, will I only see these corpses at hand. The land is charred, burned and baron. theThe Quest of a hero by ~remnentsofabrokenman
Wisper your love for meWisper your love, in my longing ear. Let me watch it float down on my brow, like wings of an angel. Fill and complete me, with warmth only an angel's lips can bring. Take away this pain, that festers in my soul. Make me believe, the good you see in me. Bring me the light, my heart and soul longs for. Be my angel, let me hear music, once again. Wisper your love , in my longing ear. Let me hear the music of happiness, I yearn for so much. You are the bird of beauty, that fluttered into my cage of despair. So sing once more to me, our strange duet. I long to her, my angel's voice. So I ask you once again, my angel of light. Wisper your love forWisper your love for me by ~remnentsofabrokenman
Over my dead bodyI don't want to liveOver my dead body by ~EvilAngelLoz
Unless I'm living a life with you all the way
I don't want to breathe
Unless I hear your soft breathing next to me as I sleep
I don't want to cry
Unless I see your beautiful brown eyes fill with heartbroken tears
I don't want to love
Unless it's you that I'm loving
I don't want to hear anyone say harsh words to my heart
Unless their coming from you
You wanted to leave me
But I won't allow even when I'm dead
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