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Conqueror
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Conqueror |
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MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa 
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I would not die in that place. The earth took all I gave 'til I gave it no more. No more love, no more peace, no more acceptance. Only blood. The blood of my failure The blood of my disappointments The blood of the beast of my wasted days. I poured it out 'til the sand was red and ruined. In those days I did not fear. Knowing the black night must yield to my victory. The arch of my sword - a symphony of triumph. No, I knew no fear - only the sword. I fought that life - that way - that false destiny. I fought 'til it yielded my dreams and my promises My hopes and my future happiness. Then sword in hand - I turned and set out to conquer once again [This message has been edited by MorningStar (10-26-2009 09:05 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
welcome, Morning Star what was it you set out to conquer in the end...or did I miss something |
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MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa |
Nope, you didn't miss a thing. I did! The last word... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
LOL, gotcha~ enjoyed reading your post |
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