no titleI order YOU “Advance forward!” “Take your places” “Steady in the ranks!” “Heads down!” and “over the top, my lads!”…no title
So I’ll play the harp While you dance in the hangman’s noose Oh and I’ll laugh and clap my hands As you stumble forward to die Take your places, my bullyboys Sweat and agony be your doom Bow to your partner, my brave hearted lads Where did your partner go, you ask To a place where you shall soon be sent For Death is a merry dance to be Danced by you, alone In the blood shrouded mist
Covering every man Isolat
Silence's Immortal Painsilence's immortal pain, lonelinessSilence's Immortal Pain
i hate the silence, that i have become drowning in one's own silence
i love it yet i hate it
it is what is, was and forever will be,
In mine eyes i am forever reflected in thine to you who once was mine remember
To Song who sings to Light To Darkness who's very cloak can not grasp the transparency of Light To Shadow, who loves and lives in a Tangled Web. I, Lady de Luna sit above you all, slowly drawing away seeking to speak again
friendship waveringshadow, i falter,friendship wavering
friends become enemies
so quickly, so
We will walk together
for the bonds of
a true friendship tell
Soon so soon, i will be free to love and live.
But Jealousy rears
its subtle muzzle dripping with
the blood of Destruction
How can Silence take injury from such immaterial things?
Friends one moment Snipers the next Ready to draw your knives
Slowly you slice away my love and strike at me
with your unseen reasons oh so subtle weak
screams of Silenceall the answers to my questions scatter'd on the wind, it whispers its Shadowy words to a world of Ignorancescreams of Silence
scraping by, clinging tenaciously to a rock in the tidal pool of life
as the twilight reaches me, i listen to the sound of Silence, standing with Shadow at my back
screaming, deceiving and bleeding...you my Shadow of no one but One, no longer a Shadow but a sword, deep down,NIGHT
silence writhes in mirthless laughter at the unjustice of the world's eye, wht it accepts for one it condems for her
silence, hurting my ears, ripping at my heart, i am going insane
chained
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"Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion..."
"Harmony with land is like harmony with a friend; you cannot cherish his right hand and chop off his left. That is to say, you cannot love game and hate predators. ...The land is one organism."
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"Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion..."
"Harmony with land is like harmony with a friend; you cannot cherish his right hand and chop off his left. That is to say, you cannot love game and hate predators. ...The land is one organism."
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