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Art of DeathArt of DeathArt of Death
I make death seem like art, One of the Malachi, the reavers of souls, The art of a twisting body, falling into a puddle of its own blood The music of a death rattle.
Can you not see my shadow upon the world,
For I take everyone’s canvas, Laminate it with a final curtailing blow, And store it in the great Library of Life in the celestial world.
Because just as life is art, so death is art, And we perform our work by the moonlight’s shadow. Because the sun is not our friend, But our enemy.
However, never forget, We are i
by ~manic-aeon
Message of EarthMessage of EarthMessage of Earth
How can shadows twirl Around this mighty Earth? Make me believe again, Lie a shadow’s destiny Let me see again, Let me be free.
Sometimes I forget, How wondrous this Earth What peace it brings to me My naked soul
Let me feel free again, Wandering this lovely planet Let it be free again, This mighty Earth.
Don’t think there aren’t a thousand reasons, To harken to this message, To learn to listen, learn to see, Learning how power, Does not make you free Not destiny, But a shad
by ~manic-aeon
Still More FightingStill More FightingStill More Fighting
Looking for pain, looking for life Looking for death, looking for strike
Living this lie Living this hate
Let all people confine to their pain, react to the rain Leave this life behind and freeze.
Running and running and ploughing and speeding Running and flying and throwing and dying
Let my soul fly To all the great heavens
Let me fight until the end of the most industrious day Let my pain fill this most illustrious way Allow me to fly through this nightly pain Still more fighting, coming ag
by ~manic-aeon
CascadeCascadeCascade
Help me, I’m drowning, Fading, Falling I’m living an endless nightmare of souls, The Tyranny of sanity Tries to overcome my defences
Save me from the thing I’m becoming, But I cannot change Ever changing, silent, constant, Yet always the same, Please, save me from this hypocrisy, Save my soul from the Sweet morning light Save my life and I’ll love you Save my soul and I’ll adore you,
Living in this fairy tale Broken wings, tearing my ancient place Silent stranger always changed by angels Save me from my flig
by ~manic-aeon
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- Current Residence: A large house
- Interests: Stuff
- Favourite movie: Spirited Away
- Favourite band or musician: Fumie Kumatani/ X Japan
- Favourite genre of music: Nearly all.
- Favourite poet or writer: Raymond E. Fiest
- Favourite style of art: Anime
- Operating System: Windows XP SP4
- MP3 player of choice: My Nokia N95 8GB
- Wallpaper of choice: Something incredibly cute
- Favourite game: Starcraft or Homeworld
- Favourite gaming platform: Mega Drive or SNES
- Favourite cartoon character: Chii
- Personal Quote: "He who laughs last hasn't heard the bad news."
- Tools of the Trade: Keyboard, shotgun, mouse, Hands, straneg walt disney books and far too much Texnolyze
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Facts are just majority opinions.
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Want to see more Madronnesian Concept Art and Literature?
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Propechies of death inside,
Cede your words; they cut like knives,
Somber wind that sweeps within;
This manic aeon is bound to be...
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Laws make crimes....crimes make laws.
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Facts are just majority opinions.
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Want to see more Madronnesian Concept Art and Literature?
Go to this [link] .
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~The world is so cruel to those who just want to love or is that people~
When happily ever after fails
And we’ve been poisoned by these fairy tales
--Don Henley, Age of Innocence
[link]
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Propechies of death inside,
Cede your words; they cut like knives,
Somber wind that sweeps within;
This manic aeon is bound to be...
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As I was sitting in my chair, I knew the bottom wasn't there. No legs or back, but I just sat. Ignoring little things like that.
it was once said that a black man would become President when pigs fly. 100 days into Obama's presidency: swine flu.
How be you?
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Propechies of death inside,
Cede your words; they cut like knives,
Somber wind that sweeps within;
This manic aeon is bound to be...
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As I was sitting in my chair, I knew the bottom wasn't there. No legs or back, but I just sat. Ignoring little things like that.
it was once said that a black man would become President when pigs fly. 100 days into Obama's presidency: swine flu.
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Rawr :3
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