The Sky MournsThe world is torn apart No one And everyone feels the pain Not a tear hits the groundThe Sky Mourns
The clouds weep at The losses in our world The skies mourn
They remind us of what has happened Of how we've fallen Of what we've done.
We can no longer see the sun The sky's beauty is shrouded It wears a shawl of black and is All the time crying
"Why?" we ask. "What has happened?" "A day has gone." It replies. "It will never return."
Why weep for the passing of a day? The passage of time is
Unstoppabl
War of the MardukeWe stand. At the brink of destruction. The deafening silence shakes my emotions. The skies cast a shadow and it steals my breath. An army of thousands sentenced to death. The sinister figure surveys our frontlines, And marks us with crosses that condemn us to die. In defiance we stand, as the footsteps grow near. Clutching our swords as we tremble in fear.War of the Marduke
The last ray of light slowly withers,
And with it our last ray of hope disappears. This faded armour defends me from blades, But nothing can hide the scars on my face, And no one can save me from fal
Reaper: The Diary of DeathDay 1 I held the scythe in bony hands. Today's the day I don the gown. I swing it once, a ghoulish sound. I swing it twice they all fall down. For my first soul, a ghoulish trap, To chop off his head with a falling axe That slips from the hand of a sleeping guard, Dropped off the castle wall but missed by yards! His heart stopped from the shock - he died from fear... ...Though his death wasn't scheduled for 20 more years. He asked 'Hath thou no brain?!?' 'Err...Sorry Sir, it's my first day'.Reaper: The Diary of Death
Day 12 Lucifer came by today, With a devil skin rug to d
At the Chime of the BellGhosts haunt the crumbling tower of time. The rustic bell tolls its wicked chime. For 1000 years Death watched this place, For here lie the bodies of the human race. When the bell chimes 'end', rise executioner. A stale stench of blood still pervades the air.At the Chime of the Bell
Behind the clock, those sentenced will wait. Their only friend a scythe of hate. Scorn haunts the minds of those who pray, Their souls too far gone to save. They took a life and paid the price. Their heads will roll, to blade and vice.
For 7 years an old man dwelled, in chains, Sentenced to witnes
Goodbye and Good Luck
Welcome and we hope to see you soon
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Adele
MN@ Operator & =birthdays Team Member
"The camera need not be a cold mechanical device. Like a pen, it is as good as the [person] who uses it." John Steinbeck
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A storm is rising.
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signed, the boy.
What do you think?
(please note that I am away this week - so it might be a little while before I get back to you)
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A storm is rising.
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...And the Butterflies are Singing...
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