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The Story - Revised.An idle breeze drifted through the top of the trees, a few limbs creaking and groaning in protest of moving. When the wind ceased, the trees fell silent, and there was no sound. Not the call of a single bird, the croak of a frog, or even the chittering of a squirrel. There was only silence.The Story - Revised.
Silence had became something well-known after the world had moved on; Some areas had simply been wiped, nothing left but shifting sand, others had simply been dulled, like the edge of a wise grandfather's knife after years of use. This forest was one such 'dulled' place. All but the oldest forms of life had left it, only the trees, plants, fi
If.If the eyes are windows to the soul,If.
What happens when you die with your eyes open?
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I pray for peace, but fight a war,
I want paradise, but I destroy.
Do these angels carry these savage weapons, even in Heaven, and monger this deadly war?
Is my contradiction my curse, or my salvation?
Will I stand divided, or divide my stand?
Broken Butterfly Wings 3.Now the feeling is floating,Broken Butterfly Wings 3.
Oh girl,
how tiny we are!
Death so long,
with a liftime so small.
With a sweeping breeze,
it's so easy to be pleased.
Now it's so wafting,
The pain is in the past.
Even though the monkeys may part,
We will keep on floating,
by the river, by the stars,
Wither or not,
I'm the lucky soul,
With these butterfly wings.
Broken Butterfly Wings Part 2.Wither wings,Broken Butterfly Wings Part 2.
Waning the winter to spring,
How high can I fly,
Will I touch the sky?
With these wings,
These gently mended things?
Will I rise,
to suprise a crowd,
of hearts marked with lead,
a cold pulse from the dead undead;
Or will I stand,
Only a man,
With these things,
These miserably mended butterfly wings.
Cake Is Like AIf the cake is a lie the cake must taste like a lie. If the cake tastes like a lie then what does a lie taste like? A lie tastes bitter like black emotions A lie tastes cold like an emotion toyed with A lie tastes sour like the after taste of regretCake Is Like A
All in all the cake must not be a lie as the cake does not taste like a lie. The cake tastes nothing like a lie. A cake tastes sweet like success. A cake is moist like anticipation. A cake is warm like happiness.
Although some cake is a lie some cake is indeed truth.
Joy
