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Master of our SoulThe night sighs softly, Its sadness pure and bold. A call brings it forgotten joy, The call rings as more voices join it. A call answered not by man, For man doesnt dare disrupt the creatures music. As its gold eyes shine with the moon within them.Master of our Soul
The creature full of soul, It sings a song of peace to the dead, And to the angels. Blessed with swift paws and families, Bonded better then humans to eachother.
A white creature calls the snow. A brown, called the fall. A gray, sings of a past summer. A black, calling the


My SanctuaryI live here, In this place of my despairs. My sanctuary, No one dares to come here, For they fear my hate.My Sanctuary
I hate anything that tries to bring me down. I trust no one, Ill try to trust, But then Ill want to hide here. Immersed in my sanctuary, Where I am the mistress.
Only those most trusted may visit. Anyone else that tries will be rejected. The darkness will accept no force. I will be tolerant with talk, But itll never listen. It will never yield.


MurderSparrows, shy and clever. Pigeons, watchful and intelligent. A sparrow watches the murder, and it looks to the pigeons of the branch. A pigeon gazes back, then looks back at the murder watchfully. Sparrow knows it must leave the pigeon nest. Go home, and be with the fellows. Glowing wings of multicolor, shine beyond the murder tree. Sparrow looks at Pigeon again. Pigeon gives a knowing, sad look. A black shape departs from the murder, it circles the sparrows of color relentlessly, Sparrow launches into the air, and gives out a protesting call. The blackMurder


LuciferLuciferLucifer
A misunderstood angel, Thrown from his home of heavens beyond, People bow before you faithfully. Some slit wrists hoping to glance you as they die. Some cry bloodied tears and curse your name, As they watch friends die In sickness, starvation and war.
To some you’re a myth, You are a legend, not even close, To being real. But here lies the truth Under old marble walls Hidden from all humans Not to be discovered till death.
Why does the bible not say words? The truths about him and his four. The Four brothers that
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For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack."
~ Rudyard Kipling
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"Everyone becomes closer to Buddha when they stop breathing. It's harder to be close while you still are..." Genjyo Sanzo
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"To say you are wise is to say you are smart,"
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"Everyone becomes closer to Buddha when they stop breathing. It's harder to be close while you still are..." Genjyo Sanzo
member:
~AnimeDisneyClub~Crazy-about-Cloud~saiyukifanclub
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"To say you are wise is to say you are smart,"
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