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My beliefLet me be the devil in your heart
Corrupting your soul
Because this taint is all I breath
It is all that I know
Your scent used to be heaven to me
But now it's too strong to be
And the angels throw me down
Casting me away from the holy crown
I used to know of sweet smells
But now it's farewells
Or of morning skies
Instead of these goodbyes
Now I feel cast from you
Like the iron that rusts
It can never be made new
I love you so
Did you know?
But I cannot change for you
And I know you won't
So that path of thorns
Splits at the forked road
Perhaps the forked tongues of devils
Brought me here like you've said
And I am no longer wanted at the throne
But I feel no shame nor anger nor guilt
But the happiness of my own
For the temple that I've built
The one that is not shown
It is mine
And mine alone
It may not house millions of people
Nor does it preach of stories to believe
It does not ask for money or worldly things
Nor means to deceive
It just asks for love, truth, ho
Start AgainI'm a teen distortion
Running through this rat race
Climbing the walls
Of this maze
Working up a sweat
Stop to take a breath
Just to start again
Make it to the top
That's when I'll stop
And I'll start it again
I'll be free
Without the chains
Just to start again
And build up the revolution
Bring on the evolution
Now's the time for a solution
Then I'll start again.
Taking too long to decide
All these decisions that rise
You're taking your time
Liberty doesn't wait
For you to finish this race.
Keep up with my pace
Before you even begin
I'll be starting again.
Love, Murder, MysteryThe year was 1864 I believe, in England. The exact location, I do not know. Two lovers, torn apart by hatred and jealousy, resulting in a man's death. Years pass and the spirit of that man still lingers, replaying the events at that precise time. This story of murder and haunting, is only told through my lips and my lips alone.
It had just rained earlier, the cobblestone streets drenched, puddles of water everywhere. Dark clouds lingered heavily overhead, swollen. I watched my step as I crossed the street in my green Victorian gown. Horse-pulled trolleys were everywhere, there was a party somewhere I suppose. It's November, and the winds are devils. I crossed the street and was once again on the street next to the red bricked building where my lover had died being shot. The building was on fire, I remember. I shook my head, to shake away the thoughts. The building was black from the fire years ago. There's a man next to the building. Mr. Adams,
Devonn Chapter II wake up again shuddering.
'It's cold. Where am I?'
Everywhere around me I see black, not that I'm not used to it, on the contrary I am accustomed to the dark. It is the sheer terror of loneliness here that strikes me hard. Harder than the concrete chamber I am in, and much more foul than the putrid smell, that lingers in the air.
'What do I remember? Think!'
I scan my thoughts rummaging through vague memories, when a dull pain hits my head. First at the middle of my forehead, then all over, and, at an instance, pain at the back of my skull. I touch the spot.
'What are these? Incisions?'
"No, injections," a familiar voice said in the darkness.
"Matt! Where are you?" I stand up immediately, but then I come crashing down again.
'Too fast, I stood up too fast.'
"Woah, watch it tiger, you'll collapse at this rate," Matt emerges from the darkness, unharmed.
"Matt what's going on? WHAT HAPPENED? Why aren't you hurt, where is everyone?!"
"Answer me! Why won'
No WordsEarly twilight, these hours do come to fade.
But no! Not now! Such thoughts have yet to be
Written, upon this page! Oh woe! Be free
From this! I am no puppet taking shade
In one's image such as yourself! Unmade
For worlds like this. Unintentionally, this "Me,"
This "Life," is false. Oh how, I long, to be!
These words so many scrambling forcing mode.
But look! At last! Such beauty comes along!
This dawn, or dusk, what ever you find just.
These words, come lost, to sights like this. This mood
So loved, it takes a kiss from Light or Night.
Pick not! Cherish this life. I do suggest.
For words are more of worth, to me, if used.
Senior YearSo say our world will end upon our year.
Though fate shall aim to break and bend our goals;
We will not fall from such to disappear,
Will bring but shame and will not cure our woes.
From year, to year, our spirits have not shown,
But what we leave for you who's left behind;
For those with this will carry on their own,
This legacy, in which you'd be so kind.
Three years have come and gone so fast,so swift;
These years where have they gone? Right past my eyes.
So blue, yellow, and gold. This green will shift
To gray, and soon will come the smiles and cries.
Oh run! Dear Time! For I shall stop for None!
And run! Shall I! To make what I'll become!
Words I roll my eyes and look away,
not caring what they have to say.
Their hollow words don't hurt at all,
I stand there sturdy, like a wall.
But others begin to crumble, falling down,
And as they do, I start to frown.
I lift them up and pull them near,
And say that there's nothing to fear
The BoyThe Boy
Rural France, 10th century AD
I was driving horse and wagon on a dark and stormy night,
When, by chance, I came upon a truly frightful sight.
A man, scarce out of boyhood, an arrow in his back,
His blood pooled all around him, his face all pale and slack.
And I decided there and then, to nurse him back to health,
Though my farm and house were modest, and I had no extra wealth.
I laid him in a bed of straw, and bathed his fevered brow.
I cleansed his wounds with water, fed him milk fresh from the cow.
After many weeks, his hardy strength, once lost, had now returned,
He offered me his services, his gratitude I'd earned.
No longer pale, but flush with life, he strengthened every day.
Young women, on hunt to find a spouse, surprised, looked oft his way.
But days of plenty never last, like milk, they never keep,
And our suffering went by a name: he called himself Philippe.
Philippe had been a vampire long before my father's birth,
And where'er he went came Hell al
song of storms(sorry if there is so many spelling mistakes in this thing)
Dance around, dance around
Brave the storm and hear the sound,
Nightmares have past
But this can not last.
Young hero, young hero
Danger fills the sky somehow
Come and sing the song of storms.
Fallen dreams, battle screams
Fade into this melody
Come and play this song
Come and play along.
See my friend, this will end
Thunder rages over head
Let us play and sing this song.
Bring the rain from hill to shore
Blow away the pain
Save us with the rain.
Battles rage, fade away
I sing through the pouring rain
Listen as I sing this song
This shall end, this shall end
For the hero of time still stands
Broken he may be
but he still stands free.
Come along, come along
Please be brave, even just for me
We shall have to win this war.
Time shall pass, time shall pass
The war is gone and we had won
Fallen he may be, he is still free.
"Please don't cry, please don't cry
I shall fall and I may die
Just please s
Sunfire (Hellfire Pony Parody)Mother Zacherle
You know I am a righteous mare
Of my nightfall I am justly proud
You know I'm so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, ungrateful crowd
Then tell me, Zarcherle
Why I see my sister there
Why her lavender eyes still scorch my soul
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her shining hair
Is blazing in me out of all control
This fire in my skin
Is turning me from kin.
It's not my fault!
I'm not to blame!
It was Celestia,
The witch who sent this flame!
It's not my fault
If in Faust's plan
She gave my sister
An advantage in this land!
Protect me, Zacherle!
Don't let this pony cast her spell!
Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone!
And let her taste Tartarus' hell!
Or else leave her precious sun to die alone!
Now, sister, it's your turn!
Choose me or
Your sun will no longer burn!
Faust have mercy on her...
Faust have mercy on me...
But she will be mine
Or she will BURN!!
Feathers Across the Seasons - English Lyrics
RIN: Falling flakes of powdery snow cover the mountain ridge in white.
In a rundown house in a ghostly village,
We lean in close throughout the cold, winter night.
"The day that we met, it snowed then, too,"
You whisper fondly with a warm smile.
I turn my face, flushed from the hearth fire,
And hide in the shadow of your sleeve.
With the approach of the spring,
I sing with the twittering birds of its joyous changes.
"What a beautiful voice," you murmured tenderly.
And just those simple words made me so happy.
“If one day, I grow old, and can no longer
Sing beautifully for you, would you still love me?"
"Of course I would," you smile kindly.
Gently, your large hand caressed my cheek.
One summer afternoon, fresh leaves aglow, you fell ill from a desperate disease.
The livelihood of a poor village couple
Is not enough to afford the medicine to heal you.
The next day, and the day after,
I kept weaving and weaving at the loom.
Autumn's fleeting maples shed their copper leaves,
The Majestic CatThe cat is majestic, beautiful. It sits like royalty, and it’s small bed is it’s throne.
As I start to pet its fur, which wraps and warms the cat like an everlasting blanket,
It starts to purr, quiet, yet completely clear,
No other sound is heard, only the beautiful cat’s purr, and my breathing.
I lay next to the cat, on the cozy, soft bed, which feels like a cloud,
I ease my body, all the tension stuck in my body flowing out and away,
As I focus on the sounds of its purrs, and find myself falling asleep to the cat’s lullaby.
Song of the CompanionsThere's a long list of people
Who've come and who've gone:
Companions can never stay;
They have to move on.
Some, they are left behind,
And some choose to go,
And some, I am sad to say,
Die on the road.
But don't travel all alone
Throughout space and time;
You need to have company
To help keep your mind.
Travel too long alone,
And soon you'll become
The very thing you fought against
For so very long.
Land of Equestria (German Version)Singen wir,
Und die Berge, die Flüsse, sie hören.
In unseren Gedanken,
die Länder Equestrias.
durch die Wälder.
Wird die Nacht mit dem Tag nun vereint.
Alle wie eine,
der Namen Equestria.
Die Nacht heut'
leuchtet mit Sternen.
Mit dem Mond unsere Träume zu führen.
Und die Tage
um Frieden zu bringen
in aller Equestria.
leben und lächeln.
Weil wir alle einander vertrauen.
Und die Welt
wird unser Lied hören.
zu unser Equestria.
Window Voice.It was the day after the charted,
The worded opening.
The door was small,
Flat on its hip, without a knob,
The clients countless
And mourners countless.
So many ages, so many lands--
Oh the ice hands!
How many lines wait
At this nowhere gate?
The window is the new door
For this small door,
Plain, dead in all,
A door high
For things that fly,
A crawl space for things tall and long.
The back of my chair
To this open window,
My scarred back to my chair,
And right there!
As subtle as the chirping air:
A voice, warming my hair.
The dead window spoke to me,
Saying only one word.
But did not turn
To my turned chair
Until the single word
Was spoken, sung.
My turning head
Silenced the chirps,
Stopped all things moving.
Were they ever there?
Where did they come from?
Not one car passed
And no one left their homes.
The sighing song,
The most distant against my ear
Sang a single note:
Of Love and DeathCome hear this tale of love and death,
Such love cliche may be.
Of rot and cold these eyes do spy,
But neither one can see.
The skulls be laid upon his chest,
His grave three fathoms deep.
Blood red roses on his head;
These thorns are his to keep.
In death he lies within his bed
As narrow, as narrow can be.
His woman forever to weep for him
As he set out to sea.
Never to find her true love
Forever, Forever to grieve.
This woman forever to weep for him
Never does she retrieve.
And back at home this true love
She waits, she waits for thee.
But This woman, This true love
She will never be free.
"Oh dear, oh! My Own true love,
Will you come back to me?
My dear, Oh! My own true love
Come back, come from the sea."
At half past noon it comes for him
Upon royal decree
A messenger comes to him, to say,
"You must set out to sea."
So this captain and his crew,
So elegantly told,
This ship leaves port to sea it sails
To bring home silk and gold.
But woe upon this ship does come.
Something foul it
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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