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Our Lord GodOur Lord GodOur Lord God
Oh he be the creator of all things, Oh be his name nameless and known!
Behold his works and tremble, Behold his works with awe.
His works be all and every, His domain be all and any.
His gifts be love and life and loss. The Loss be life and love. The Life be loss and love. The Love be loss and life.
Below him be all,
And below all be he.
To each creator his creations, To each creation his creator. They are entwined in soul, They are entwined in purpose, They are entwined in existence. &n
by ~cantdrawatall
A fallen friendShe served me and her dutifully for many years. Steel and iron, plastic and glass. Shaped by unknown hands, loved by warm hands. Cared for and cared in return. Soul of the creator and the master joined in one. She was unique.A fallen friend
When need, she was there. Protected I and her master, when we needed her most. Sacrificed herself when we needed her most. We were safe, she was left crippled. For us.
We live on, and she has died. She was loved, and will be missed. I and her former master live on, day by day, for her. When is a machine loved enough that it
by ~cantdrawatall
I am notI am not a brave man. I am not a strong man. I am not a hard worker, or a determined man.I am not
I am not a smart man. I am not a clever man. I am not a genius, or a crafty man.
What I am? I am a hopeful man. My hopes make me be a brave man. My hopes make me be a smart man. My hopes make me be a good man.
My hopes make who I am.
by ~cantdrawatall
Of Steel and RustI am of steel and rust.Of Steel and Rust
I lack strength, so I throw on more steel.
Plate upon plate. Girder's spanning chasms. Rivets squeeze and bolts hold. It's glimmering,cold surface a testament to my new found strength. Hiding my soft interior from the light of day.
But soon, my iron skin shows its corrosion. Patches grow and wear away. Brown and red crawl and tunnel. Soon holes appear and light shines in to my rust filled flesh. I am once more weak.
So once again, I patch, and seal, and cover, and fill, and reinforce, and polish, So I won't have to face
by ~cantdrawatall
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Dearly BelovedDearly Beloved Dearly beloved, held tight in my heart Thoughts of you cross my mind And as I'm left behind,Dearly Beloved
These memories are all I have. I drift away, in the memories, Recreating every second I hold close. And I want to cry, as the music plays All those nights I spent just thinking The world around me dissapears into a void Fighting the battles in my heart My only place being my Angel Sanctuary. You can't imagine the pain of knowing you'll die before your time. You can't understand the memories you carry that no one else knows. You don't know what it's like
by ~LegendaryAngel
Powahby ~Nitemare14
The Angel's WishThe sun had just set in the fair blue sky. Fluffy white clouds hung in the air, and the moon was rising up to shine it's light. Soft whispers of wind twirled around the land below, and brushed up against the clouds.The Angel's Wish
Sitting on the smallest, fluffiest cloud of them all was a girl. She was short, with light brown hair, nearly white skin, and the lightest blue eyes you could imagine. Her features reflected perfectly the moon's light, creating almost an 'angelic' appearence. How ironic this was, because she was an angel. Her white and silver robes couldn't give it away more. And although she wasn't the most beautiful angel Earth's Ma
by ~LegendaryAngel
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- Current Residence: Pennsylvania
- Interests: My Girlfreind and Space
- Favourite movie: When We Left Earth
- Favourite band or musician: Jonathan Coulton
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod Nano
- Shell of choice: Blue
- Favourite game: Monopoly
- Favourite gaming platform: Table
- Favourite cartoon character: Dilbert
- Personal Quote: Theres only two things you need. Duct tape to stop things from moving, and WD-40 to get 'em mov
- Tools of the Trade: Hammer, duct tape, and WD-40
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The strengh Angels get are from others.
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The strengh Angels get are from others.
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The strengh Angels get are from others.
(P.S. I'm still more evil then you)
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For a pregnant woman to give birth, she's gotta feel the pain of pulling a watermelon out of her nostril.
For an Artist to create a piece, he's gotta feel the pain of pulling an entire galaxy out of his ass.
Gintama, episode 71
Evil does not even scratch the surface for you....
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The strengh Angels get are from others.
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The strengh Angels get are from others.
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