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Triple Birthday RapTriple Birthday Rap:
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will.
We're the pirates of pleasure, pirates of pain;
Black Fedora Pirates, just remember the name of-
Kris, she's not your everday on the block
She is a pirate and a poet on her way to the top
I've seen the things that she writes;It's like a lyrical crime
You've got to see what she can pull, when she speaks in a rhyme
We've got Erik, designer of emotes and stamps
You've got to see the things he makes, they'll make you dance
I got a warm fuzzy feeling, animated glory
With minecraft blocks; you know they tellin' a story
This is twenty percent skill and eighty percent fear
Be a hundred percent clear, cause Abbey is right here
She'll pick up the mic and spit the fire that's dope
Her words they ring with the truth, now let me toss you the rope-
Cause this ten percent luck and twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will.
We're the pirates of pleasure, pirates
As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:
As the clouds in the skies parted and fire rained to the earth
The soft keening of the voices trapped within the abyss
resounded throughout the empty plains, as the world prepared itself
to meet a fate no worse than complete and utter oblivion.
The waters turned red with blood and bubbled with a poisonous brew
Whilst the creatures of the mountains, mutated into vicious monstrocities
A pall of darkness, settled around the Earth like a cloak of shadows
and in its grip we knew the true fury of a God gone mad.
Hundreds were slain by the rocks that pummelled the ground
As they fell from the heavens like burning stars of rage and anger
Thousands more fell to the plagues unleashed upon the people;
For famine and sickness claimed far more than the flame and stone...
All this, was contained within a magical snowglobe
A special artifact presented to the crew-member named Reaper
On a special day known as his birthday...
It was a gift from the Captain, forged with the m
An Epic LegendAn Epic Legend:
The skies turned bloody, as the smell of death wafted through the air;
Those yet to be consumed by the madness, stood dumbfounded in the streets
They stared at the sky and into the glimmering eye of Tashorak
Who in the moments of his birth, consumed the stars that surrounded him
The Moon was all that stood in his way, for she would not let her people die
Yet though she fought with all of her might, she too was eventually consumed...
The Sun watched helpless, for he was powerless during the Eternal Night
Yet though he could not act directly; he could send others to act in his stead
The first was an Elf, Auroch Vasira, who pierced the night with his mighty bow
His arrows shot into the empty sky, to shimmer and replace the swallowed stars
The second was a wizard from the human lands, his name was Kurath Damien
With the powers of the Arcane, ancient and pure, he rescued the Moon from death.
It took its place in the sky once more and its glow weakened Tashorak
A Shattered IllusionA Shattered Illusion:
A day that was born of the brightest light
Has now shattered like crystals in the sinking dark
Where once the spirit was unfettered and free
Now it weeps painfully in a cage of thorns
Blood is drawn from its tender flesh
And drips slowly down to mark the skin
A tattoo of pain forever remembered
By a ghost that lives within
There is emptiness in this void
A cold and lonely song of existence
A solemn note born from the sheer magnitude of the silence
That it deafens both the heart and mind
In the quiet serenity of utter despair
What is born from the lack of a sense of hope?
A cold determination to steal the future
From the wanton wheel of fate...
"Such is the nature of desperation, when caught in an endless cycle of hate..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th July 2012
VinashukaThe cloud that forms above the burning wastes
Hints to many that the dying world breathes.
Beneath the empty morrow that holds the shattered
glass, I see myself whispering 'Vinashuka'.
Cold muttered voices tonguing the edge of my sanity
The creeping walls denote the loss of my inner being
Lick the paper that cuts the tongue into a myriad
of pieces and once again whisper 'Vinashuka'.
But my words will fall on deaf ears and I'm tempted
to once again open myself for torture. For perhaps
the endless grief with which I give myself meaning
will form into the bloodied words of 'Vinashuka'.
This single whispered temptation, a solitary lie
amongst thousands of truths, a comforting security
that tells me I'm alive-
Is simple called 'Vinashuka'.
Now I feel like biting this flopping tongue
This worthless condemnation of meat and drool!
It gibbers endlessly and drives me to madness
A madness known as 'Vinashuka'
Chen Yuan Wen, 24th May 2012
Without JoyA bard may choose to sing a song of happy days and eternal bliss
But why should I sing of happiness, when misery is all that is?
The suffering we see around us, is tantamount to hell
Yet we accept these horrid days; caught within a spell
Perhaps I'm simply being morbid, a soul disturbed by a darker voice
Or perhaps I am the whispered truth; personified by choice.
I will not speak of revelations nor of better days to come
In terms of hope for the future; I'd rather remain mum.
For the world I've seen has shown to me, that pain equates to life
I'm sure you've tried it many times on the edge of a sharpened knife
Why would you open embittered wounds and seek a constant pain?
Why must you always drench yourself in a cold and solemn rain?
Is the heart a device so perfectly fragile, that it needs to be reinforced
Or do we simply enjoy ourselves; screaming until we're hoarse...
The answer to this is not so simple and I've sought it out for years
I've searched in every distant cor
Cold RazorsCold Razors:
Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love
Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!
Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you please...
and yet you choose to complain?
Oh that's right, you can run too
You can run and jump and vault and swim and whatever else you feel like doing
You can enjoying the feeling of wind in your face without the need of
Ah, but that's alright, here let me sit and congratulate you
Let me pat you on the back for bringing glory to us al
Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:
I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now
The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...
They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give
I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending you this letter
If it gets to you, then let me know
Reply to me and tell me clear
Can we still be a family?
Can I hope to have you near?
We've been through hell and I know I've done wrong
I never should have stayed just an angry kid
And now that we have one of our own;
I think I know that I need to quit
So please just give me a second chance
The Never-ending MasqueThe Never-ending Masque:
A troupe of dancers, with colourful costumes
Ascends the stage with jaunty smiles
Whilst the eldest member, in a Jester's mask
Narrates the tale in style:
As they begin their dance, these lovely dancers
The skies turn cold and grey...
Arms reach down from the rumbling heavens
And they take our stage away!
Yet the harlequins laugh
And simply dance on the grass
For the show must go on
Until time has passed
Harken brothers, a wicked wind blows!
It stirs from the belly of the unkind beast
It rips our props away from us;
And hopes the dance will cease...
But the Harlequins laugh and continue the show
They mime to mimic their props and tools
Using naught but the love that they have in their hearts
They create a fable of ghosts and ghouls
My brothers, no, it cannot be!
The narrator grasps at his throat in anguish
For the Jester's voice has been taken away
And now the show can finally be vanquished...
But the Harlequins laugh and put on a sm
Angel's Journey - Truth and RevelationsAngel’s Journey: Truth and Revelations
Angel looked at the door that opened next to her. She struggled to get to her feet. "NO! Don't do it. He lies to you" the dark one said. Angel grabbed her head as the dark one echoed in her mind. I must do this. I have to. "I am going" she said firmly. Though it hurt her to walk, she managed to get through the door, into this other world. Silently she said goodbye to those she cared about. Wishing them happiness and love. “Goodbye” she said softly.
The Keeper followed Angel and the door disappeared right behind it. They were both no longer standing on the beach but in gray nothingness.
"You are wrong, Dark Angel.” the Keeper stated, still the voice showed no emotion.
"I am neither lying nor do I have a gender. You are here to become one. Your fight is of no use, for none of you can win or lose."
"I will not be hidden away again. I will destroy this vessel first." The dark one hissed.
Angel tried to bloc
Dark Redemptions - EpilogueEpilogue
Angel sat on the rafter beam and looked down at everyone. They all seemed to be having fun. She sighed softly wishing she could be a part of it. Her mind drifted more to the dream she had recently. A strange being was the main part of it. A black and white angel and it told angel strange things.
She never could remember a dream with such details like this before every word seems to be carved into her memory. “I wonder if it is true?” Angel said in a soft sad voice. “Has my whole life been a lie?” Angel shook her head and looked down at the party again.
At the party, Riddle had the urge to talk to angel, yet she didn't dare to talk to her.
"Stop making such a long face, Riddle!” Sparky exclaimed and tried to cheer the trickster up by juggling with random objects she had stolen during the evening
Riddle laughed as Sparky received comments like "What are you doing with my dagger?" and "Sparky, that looks extremely dangerous!"
The comments distra
Stuck in the Past - Chapter EightSilvian gasped and, along with Terran, slapped his hands over his ears as quickly as possible when Grace began screaming. He had feared that the antidote would react as it had. Not only had the poison from the dagger caused intense pain, but the antidote took that pain and intensified it until the victim was begging for death. Silvian was suffering all that Grace was he was an empath and her pain was so great that it bypassed the walls he had around his mind to protect him and he felt what she did.
Silvian and Grace shared thoughts and, in that moment, they were essentially one being. The agony of the poison along with the antidote was so brutally intense and unbearably painful that, if he had some kind of blade, he literally would've cut his arm off, where the greatest pain was localized. The muscle tissues in his hand felt as if it had been thrown into a vat of hydrochloric acid and that feeling was slowly traveling up his arm and into the rest of his body.
Silvian forced the
Angel's Journey - The KeeperAngel's Journey - The Keeper
Angel woke up and found herself on a small island, not much more than a pile of sand amidst the ocean. She wasn't alone though. The Keeper stood right next to her.
"I can take you away if you wish to.” It said.
Angel struggled to sit up. Each movement hurt her body all over. As she moved her legs and arms she winced out loud. Then she tried to wrap her wings around herself and cried out softly at the strain on her muscles.
"I know your voice" she said. Angel lifted her hand to her head and held it there for a moment as memories started flashing through her mind quickly.
"You were there" she whispered. Angel jerked her head up quickly, to fast it seemed. Her vision blurred as she looked up at It. Her eyes went wide as The Keepers words echoed in her mind, "You are no angel....You are no demon...Parents tried to hide...one of a kind...."
"I remember" she said softly. The ache came back in her heart and her eyes clouded over with tears. "It was a
Chalcedony TempestsChalcedony Tempests
Cool is the floor
With entwined limbs chilling
Unlike your breath
And its echo in caves
You look upon
My innermost darkness
And go for a row
On river of my hair
Cravings lie quenched;
Were beating hard
Upon dry marble tiles
Of knotted rills pulsates
Stilled by the crescent,
Its silver liquid light
A kite to fly
A magical seesaw
Took me so high
Up to where roars the storm
Bodies will part
To moment that
Kills and lets be reborn
Angel's Journey - Angel ReturnsAngel’s Journey - Angel Returns
Angel watched as the door opened, with her head held high walked through with Omega. She let out a soft breath when she felt the sand beneath her feet and heard the door close shut behind her. The fresh breeze felt good up against her skin. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the ocean. It sounded so peaceful. They were back on the little island where she first met the Keeper. A part of her didn’t want to go back, but she had two promises to keep. Sighing she turned and jumped slightly when she saw Reaper standing beside her. “What…what are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you to return, I knew you would.” he replied with a knowing smirk.
Angel stood there shocked at first and blinked. She didn’t know what to say. Reaper chuckled at the look on her face, which irritated her some. He reached out and hugged her. Angel stiffened instantly at the contact. Reaper frowned but didn’t say anything.
Why I Am A PirateWhy am I a pirate, you ask?
Because it's just like wearing a mask.
I can be whoever I want to be
We are a close knit family
We are led by a powerful man
And together we are a great clan
You may think we are fools
But let me let you in on our rules
We protect each other with all our heart
In the hope that our paths will never part
If you go after one of our crew
You'll have the rest to answer to
Insult my captain if you dare
But you will have to beware
For I will defend his name
And make sure all doubt is slain
Beyond the present -chapter 1They came. Falling snow didn't keep the carriage driver from pushing the horses mercilessly. Stitch pulled his scarf higher and fixed his eyes on the dark coach. A smile appeared on his pale face.
"They are trying to escape," he noticed in a lower voice noticing the snow storm was increasing. He looked at the rider next to him. He was also dressed in black completely. His horse snorted. A gloved hand patted the neck of the stallion.
"Of course they do. And they have a very good reason." Stitch knew that his companion was smiling though the black scarf veiled his mouth.
"Do you have already a strategy? They are fast," Stitch added. The carriage vanished more and more out of sight.
"Then there is no more time to waste. We'll catch them up," his companion responded and brought his stallion to return.
"And remember. They're humans. Do not apply magic. They should be killed by a sword."
Both demons clapped spurs to their horses. In a short time they caught up the carriage. Having remarked t
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