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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 29, 2018 17:19:47 GMT -5
dark demonic forces curses place on mankind nuclear bombs poison gas ghastly nerve agents and worse of all corrupt, insane brains sick with power and irrational cravings fat from the evil they spread sickening the world they ought to heal this is the heritage of mankind the only imperfect thing in this universe of ours
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Post by themirrorthief on Mar 31, 2018 0:27:21 GMT -5
yes its hard to make sense of it all day to day living can take the wind out of one's sails and stomp on you a little or a lot but you got to find those things that motivate you push you in positive directions and inspire you to be more and ENJOY more I bought a red bike today gonna ride till I drop or get a flat get myself in top shape make the ladies drool again anyone can dream oh yes they can and dream and dream until maybe it becomes real or pretty close at least
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Post by themirrorthief on Apr 13, 2018 1:13:46 GMT -5
the spirit world is taking names and penetrating your most powerful dreams painful things wait in the night the war inside your head continues some things will never be set right accept it forgive yourself we are all capable of getting outside ourselves and do the big and LITTLE things to possibly make it all better somehow
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Post by themirrorthief on May 23, 2018 1:31:35 GMT -5
I dream of women and gold gold and women and conquest rich lands into my eager hands my warriors and wizards and soothsayers and spies work feverishly and long to fulfill my dreams each new treasure only fuels my lust my desire cannot be sated perhaps I am mad I know it is whispered but I grow older and every day is so short I must have these things and when I obtain them what? yet I continue to dream and rest uneasily while assassins seek my blood my dark corrupt blood but I continue I relegate and execute while never sleeping well but always come the dreams
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Post by themirrorthief on May 31, 2018 20:53:46 GMT -5
I am a warrior I fight like Hell every day sometimes I wonder why its a jungle out there maybe worse lots of hate, rage despair and pain I work hard but its never enough so few bearing the load the burden makes you old just do what your told do it best you can pay the cost dig in deep remake the plan we are here and here we go playing out this rotten hand
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 3, 2018 9:33:57 GMT -5
strange strange strange the world is full of change maybe slightly deranged lots of broken people and wandering about way to much to think about where do you turn to relieve the burn got to stay focused on something? being good isnt good enough gets you laughed at to much lean and mean maybe best to quit and leave the scene of the accident before there is to much blood blades and guns at the ready ammunition selling like hotcakes gangs in the streets the streets in the gangs a steel dawn coming dog eat dog dead eat dead and the sickness steadily spreads no God no more death and despair is all that works so say the millions of
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 3, 2018 9:42:31 GMT -5
bitter water is hard to drink fear and loathing always on the brink just keep moving stay clean and sober above the fray before it sweeps you away danger will robinson the robot never shuts up it wears me out unloads doubts brings forth tears and trembling hands always making a stand outnumbered outgunned outclassed slash and weave until night when its quiet and still and all is covered by a shroud
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 3, 2018 9:43:32 GMT -5
not im not crazy...might be better off if I was...haha
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 5, 2018 0:37:38 GMT -5
the birds of midnight ride the howling winter winds claws extended they search the darkness lost souls and dark hearts are their prey and the selection is abundant screaming and calling they dive with unceasing determination they serve strange masters that benefit from disasters mistakes and ghastly cravings their profiles against the full moon predict terror and lasting gloom they take and return to a land without light where no sun burns they nest in a certain hell they serve the lords of despair I fear they come for me in a trembling voice I sound the alarm "beware" "beware!"
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 5, 2018 23:19:53 GMT -5
the warrior lay in a field pleasant meadow blue skies overhead and he wondered but then he saw her a goddess in white with long golden hair red lips and startling blue green eyes he rose and could not speak "fear not warrior you died bravely in my service, in my name you slew many blasphemers and you have preserved me for many long years you are a hero in the hearts of my people and I shall not forget" she took him in her arms and kissed him it was a very long kiss deep and sensual his passion rose to a fever pitch and they made love and then she smiled took his hand and led him away to paradise
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 18, 2018 22:48:40 GMT -5
the dreadful salt in the mind of the nine demented men of an unholy faith they dream and delve within themselves for a greater meaning a deeper understanding more devious through being pious and so it goes sometimes men come with death written on their swords then fighting and running and far to much blood and weeping
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 27, 2018 3:48:45 GMT -5
dreams come and then fade to many yesterdays behind me taunting me the beauty of failing falling down laugh to keep from crying get high pretend none of it mattered so many times I tripped and tripped up letting it all slip away I guess I did it my way its so silly to look ahead when so much is behind ashes in a pile black and crumbled crushed by a mighty hand called time but why cry dream again make it sweeter like a junior high crush or an eighties video when music still mattered and it wasn't all about nothing maybe ive lost it maybe ive found it I hope I can breathe better tomorrow cause tomorrow matters
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 11, 2018 4:57:37 GMT -5
Lizard men dance around my bed they twirl and whirl so strange and insane like puppets manipulated by a madman their wicked forked tongues slither and rasp their rough hides brush against my eyelids its not really a nightmare you see its a daydream sort of a wish for something maybe anything different or bizarre
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 11, 2018 4:58:44 GMT -5
hmmm I may redo that one and make it longer...hmmm, the rusty wheels turn
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 2, 2018 22:00:34 GMT -5
when you care your heart is invested you deposit a part of yourself into something or someone that you feel is special but sometimes caring can lead to pain terrible pain your soul can be ripped into jagged bits leaving only hate rage distrust and sadness sadness is the worst so hard to overcome sensitive people know what Im talking about the caring is replaced by a coldness a chill to the bone a little part of you dies and perhaps it never lives again faith hope and love and the greatest is love but heartbreak takes you into a dark dark place and you are left holding inside only ashes
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