slave to freedomI'm tired of politics and religion running everybodies lives, it seems to me thatslave to freedom
political slogans and religious propoganda will bee the epithets to the blood-
soaked, war-plagued tombstone of humanity. religion governs what we eat, what
we say, our fashion, our attitudes. politics, politics tell us where we should go and
who our friends should be. I'm not saying I know a better, more perfect way to
live, but the way we're going now, the road we've chosen, is painted with
mushroom clouds and fallen angels.
Who am I to speak out against our way of
A Wolf's Tail Yaoi :- DChapter 1 – A bad hair dayA Wolf's Tail Yaoi :- D
The wind howled and the rain slashed at the grass. In every direction pitch black oblivion stretched out along the fields. The trees rattled and lulled, rattled then lulled, as the ghostly wailing heartbeat of the night that threatened them pulsed. Amongst the darkness, standing out like a beacon, was a torches ravaged light.
Tim swept his torch back and forth, “Kate! Kate where are you?!” He shouted back at the wind, which carried his words away. Tim quivered in fear; so causing the cone of torchlight to stutter and shake. He could feel eyes watching him. “Kate?” The win
If only... darkened soulsThere is a darkness It lives inside us all It feeds on all our deepest emotions If only to find a way to take us.If only... darkened souls
There is a light It consumes every one of us It thrives on all of our compulsion If only to try, now and again, to break us.
If we just hold on We can tame the darkness And control--to a point--the burning light If only we never quit when others try and make us.
If we just follow Where the darkness leads us Through the twisting, endless, wild light If only to find where our souls can take us.
Eternal SleepEternal SleepEternal Sleep
Now I lay me down to sleep, Without you by my side I weep. Never for me you are to keep. So, alone, I'm a lifeless heap. In this cruel life alone I walk. Always lost, with no one to talk. On some nameless corner block, I was found naked, cradling a rock. But you're happy, with someone nice. So I've no good reason to act like ice. I can count the times denied, twice Confessed, and everytime, no dice. So now, I sit back and ponder, Looking to the great blue yonder. Late at night, in bed I wonder,
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