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Soul A soul is nothing but a shell,
When residing in an earthly hell,
No evil human,
Nor label of race,
Pull my soul into disgrace.
Veridan part VIII They where all gathered back again. Veridan had hung a white cloth over the window showing the place was safe to return to. Erin's hip was bandaged, but he wouldn't be walking for a while. Markus was in the worst state. He'd taken one in the right hand side of his chest. Somehow it had missed his lung, liver and heart. Still he had lost a lot of blood and was now sleeping next to the fire. Veridan put the lighter down he had used to cauterise his own wounds and started to wrap a bandage around his chest.
    Veridan fell back into the chair and began to drink again. The room was silent except for the fire as it cackled at them, casting mena
Veridan part VII The follow up attack ripped into Veridan's chest. White hot pain lanced up through his spine. Blood seeped from the wounds. They where shallow. But perhaps not shallow enough. Veridan's life could've ended there and then had his opponent not made a fatal mistake. Instead of finishing off Veridan with another slash, he threw a power punch that picked Veridan up and threw him out the second story window into the darkened street. As he soared through the air Veridan twisted, and cat like landed in his feet. He felt his left ankle crack under the pressure. He began to black out with the pain from the wounds in his chest and his ankle.

A man in a
Living a lie. All these times I've lived these lies,
So much of my life bound down by these ties,
I lived that lie for so many times,
For a while I forgot what the truth was.

In these times of darkest day, darker than the blackest night,
You tried to beat me down to convince yourself of your might.
And I am ashamed to say I let you win.

All this time I spent in self hate…
All this time I cursed my fate…
All this time you said what I should be,
All this time you never listened to me.

You hated me for what I am.
Ambitious and proud, Unlike you
You pathetic little man.

You made nothing of your life,
So filled mine with misery and strife.

You
Veridan VI It was chaos. Bullets where flying everywhere from nowhere. Veridan fell to the floor, unsure what else he could do. He focused for a moment, his mind sharpening his half drunken senses. Everything jerked into focus, and he could see into the darkness with ease. There it was in the corner. A suit of armour, with a pair of SMG's mounted on its gauntlets. What should he do? Sin and Erin had over turned the table and where sheltering behind it, desperately looking for a target. Markus had thrown himself into the shadows and Jason had bolted out of the door. Sin and Erin where the only ones with guns.
"FAR LEFT CORNER!" Shouted Veridan as he be

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Me by the grave of Hedd Wyn (Ellis Evans), author of the poem 'Yr Arwr'. Every student from North Wales (me included) put a daffodil on his grave. I'd suggest you read up on the history of the poem and his involvment in the first world war. It's quite a tragic story.
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~das-Rote Jan 11, 2008
I love this.

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~nemfx Mar 5, 2007
Don't suppose you could write it up for those who can't speak Welsh?

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"No problem" means "Go see my art."

Sorry, but you guys don't take the hint.
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~Eviscerator Mar 6, 2007
No point. You could read a translation but it's pointless.

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Dark knight. by ~Eviscerator
Fact Of A Dream What does it mean for a person if they can dream?
Is a dream something to be treasured?
Or is it a curse to be spat on.

For they say if a man has a dream,
And no facts to cloud his mind,
he can achieve anything!

But if one looses the facts, what can follow?
Tasks deemed impossible yes,
But at what cost?

What cost would a man pay to see his dreams?
A dream in reality standing before them?
A true dream. A vision.

If it is his grasp he will have it.
And the cost?
Incalculable.

So facts are needed to bind dreams down,
So dreams don't consume the individual.
What if these facts are corrupted?

As it is with me.

My facts have Fact Of A Dream by ~Eviscerator
Never loved I can't see why you can keep denying me,
Just because I didn't measure up to you.

I can't see why you can keep burning me,
Just because I didn't do as you wish.

I can't see how you could say you love me,
When all you want me to be,
Is you.

You would destroy me,
For them to accept you.

You threw me out like the rubbish,
And you wonder how I can deny you?

You cast me onto the tides of despair,
And you claim you where hard done by?

You can say you want me back,
But I know many of my problems,
Are you.

How can you claim you loved me?
When you snuffed me out in a moment.

How can you say you loved me?
When you told me you now loNever loved by ~Eviscerator
Missed Chances Missed Chances

The chances I had have slipped me by,
And now life just seems a lie.
My talents have been crushed,
And my life rushed.

A dozen scars cross my face.
A thousand cuts,
A skin of lace.

The blood of lost chances covers my hands,
And a scream of anguish covers the lands.
My scream is not that of rage,
But of an animal, trapped within a cage.

The torment of my life
And I see freedom.
In the blade of a knife.

Thousands of deaths that I have died.
Thousand of time to myself I have lied.
And now my chances slide.
And I myself do hide.

So now from the shadows I need to rise,
From the entropy ruin, and the lies,
From tMissed Chances by ~Eviscerator
++Too large to fit++ A Place Beyond Damnation, A Place Above Salvation.

As I stare into the depths of despair all I can see is myself,
All I can see is my salvation, and I am staring at my life.
As I stare into the heights of happiness, all I can see is myself,
All I can see is my damnation, And I am staring at my life.

As I feel my way in the dark, I am blinded by the light,
And as the light burns my eyes, It makes everything dark.
The light, it is illuminating, it is blinding.
The darkness shows what the light hides.

Why must I be so damned by life?
Yet for it to be my salvation?
Why must I be so cursed?
And be so blessed?
Where am I now?
Is this ++Too large to fit++ by ~Eviscerator
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