Royal Guard
ReliefThese two weeks have been pretty cool. You notice what kind of respect a uniform and an AK-5 gives (even to someone like me, who couldn't scare a bee if my life depended on it).
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The Devil's GuiseA belief in guidance, as the celestial blindness among your peers, you’ve shed your eyes; paid the price for all your tears offered to your saviour - and your cross, misunderstood, for strife although by assimilation of culture, the token in the pharaoh sign, is life, but your sockets are just empty holes, a darkened void filled with stars and I long for that, not this mortal cell, where I’m unchained, but no free from barsThe Devil's Guise
My hands are slowly succumbing, entwining, eyes searching the pews pietism ought to be due, yet my prayers seem never accepted, only meant to amuse Guess there’
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ClaspedAnd it seems –Clasped
The message’s foreboding, and seemingly dire I could see, a woman amidst the ashes from a fire lit like a candle for the shadows, for in the haze, an adamant stare, blind to all but the one truth it conveys
And in the glint of the night, a dream wide awake A flare, and as of sudden, my soul comes at stake
Should I be pious, and down on my knees? A deity before me, says every lock has its keys, but knowledge alone can craft them for me And should a curse lie in faith, then let it so be, because above and beyond me, afraid and abused, fl
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MessianicWhen I sought solace I always dug a deeper hole and when I wanted solitude I filled my cavity with dirt, so I guess, hallelujah, I was the prince of a damp kingdom of mireMessianic
But although never lost, I was always found Tried to hide, to sneak away, but I was illuminated, discovered by the brilliant light in your eyes
I pictured a shield when you drew your guns but that, that just didn’t help and your bullets bit my back, a tingling sensation in the neck and there was light, at the end of the tunnel
Alone in my beliefs, and t
by ~Ercarret
Discovering Apocalypse pt. 4Fucked-Up Junkie exclaimed, “Brains”, and the man sighed.Discovering Apocalypse pt. 4
The man did not share the same urge as his fellow zombie companion - if “companion” was the appropriate word, which he not for one moment believed it to be; but he left it at that: “companion“, although the goth rocker did not contribute with anything. The man didn't really contribute with anything, himself, but it was Fucked-Up Junkie that followed the man, and not the other way around, and it was also Fucked-Up Junkie that annoyed the man, and not the other way around.
The man was annoyed by the mere presence of his companion, but because he did not need to
by ~Ercarret
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- Current Residence: Tumba, Sweden
- Interests: Recently religion and politics, due to my studies at the university
- Favourite movie: The Matrix, of course
- Favourite band or musician: Khoma, A Perfect Circle, System of a Down
- Favourite genre of music: Ranging from metal to singer/songrwriter stuff
- Favourite artist: Darrel Anderson
- Favourite poet or writer: JM Coetzee, Stephen King, Dean Koontz; as for poetry, Poe & William C Williams
- Operating System: WXl
- MP3 player of choice: I'm thinking of buying an Iriver E10
- Favourite game: Kitten Canon!
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Donald Duck
- Tools of the Trade: Hardware, software, anywhere
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Och förresten...din profil säger att du är arton...hehe. Dags att uppdatera?
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And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breath
-George Gordon Byron
My poetry
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...När mörkret föll och natten grydde fram över horisonten, likt en skadeskjuten dag ett ögonblick för sent...
Excerpt from
Kontraster
- J.S. Åkerberg
--
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breath
-George Gordon Byron
My poetry
--
...När mörkret föll och natten grydde fram över horisonten, likt en skadeskjuten dag ett ögonblick för sent...
Excerpt from
Kontraster
- J.S. Åkerberg
--
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breath
-George Gordon Byron
My poetry
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