Daegonius Bonapartea
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It was merely but yestereve I thought myself a small hatchling in the harpies grasp and that the nest held hostage now I know I am the sky surrounding the nest and in me is the harpy that grasped my sorrow and all instincts, elements, and evolution reside in me
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Happy birthday my love,
If only I could have saved you
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War with the Countess: Misseth thy countess, as I flow, as the rivers split cometh my soundless. Drops of pain, connection thy rain as he calls ya shamballa rises this way; rises rises, the doors close though arose the demises.
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Joyous rain falls descendant upon my sorrow, Oh that joyous rain!
Returns to me sweet reminiscing memories of my goddesses mirthful all my solitude and pain
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Oh, I have found myself being left moreover than the latter goer
Oh, that I have been put in this heart- devouring position Oh how could I show her
That it is you I wish not to leave, yet to depart haveth I no other choice? I cannot rejoice nor can I stay my hands wish to remain yet my mouth says I would decay
If I were to stay Oh if I were to stay
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And there lived a young vampire of the land of ognehdin a man of much eloquence and wisdom. And upon his land had lived a vampress residing in the abyss of the forest where she was accompanied by her fellow land and air companions. One day the vampire king ordered for the vampresse's finding and so he collected all of his men to go to her whereabouts. In his army were only four: his chain of silver which came from the heart of a rose,
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Living amongst the sane yet insane
all the same actions continue with the same continuents
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A bubble of a veil that extends forever
on then unconscious mind that no one can severe
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complexity of everything is quite amazing
like a star so far beautified yet so closely dazing
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Tremour me, abaze me, afflict me, and deny me
but no matter your attacks nothing will defeat me
still simply a youth but 95 in my mind
so those who form attacks upon me must know my wisdom
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By the wind that brushes through me
by the trees that willow above thee
all follows on my breaching on right through me
Yet no one that looks can see
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I am not of you or of them
I am of many but of on stem
just as you are, though that light may be dim
For you, the realization is difficult
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This aura of pain malests me continously
flowing oft repeatedly
but the song of serenity seems to be near
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Running over my concious does she with a daze
In winter time do I feel excellerating of a flaming blaze
Though serene tis a mysterious maze
That of love and that of this harboring pain
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'We' Are All Books
We are all books. And each in us are pages whether wrinkled, torn, fabricated or freshly formed.On each page is the ink of our life and the images of our life.In every book for every person there are differnt languages, interrpretations of the many actions that took place in the lives of humans, meanings that shape the structure of our book and a cover that defines us all that people look at when they first greet us or see us. Some books are old and some are new but regardless they are all books filled with pages, languages, meanings and 'life'. In these books are multiple ideas that are sometimes forgotten and left behind whereas others are studied and made famous. It is all by which is within the interior of the book that gives true knowledge. Some books are lost forever and some kept forever yet each was once read. ALL of us are books sometimes read incorrectly based off wrong references from other books and other times particularly rarely ever we books are read correctly and that is when true knowledge is understod. Eventually we will wrought and never be read again but so... new ones will be written. What is is important is what is written in your book so that your words never grow old that your images never perish that your ideas never die.
For all of us are books and it all depends on what kind you are and what is written inside you that flogs the minds of other books that keep them remembered. We are all books just waiting to be read.
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