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The Feast of the NightWaiting here, shadowed by dusk's forbidding light I can still hear the lonely, frightened screams and plea's that could bring any man to his knees haunted by the tortures of mans crimes the pleasures of the darkness divine for the dark one hears our fears in our nightmares feeding off our hatred, lust, and deceit we are their children and we know it not Forgotten once converted for once we longed for paradise, a dream that seems long forgotten for all the atrocities we commit we give in toThe Feast of the Night
by ~Adando-Koga
Lost SoulsWe are one in the etheral, in the peace of our purity we are that which was the light that gave truth to our site. now is the night in our savage garden The ways we once practiced are long deadLost Souls
the voice that spoke within, we no longer listen . Cruelty has become our way death our lord even at the dying of the day we shall never become that which we once adored.
by ~Adando-Koga
The SicknessThere's a system to the sickness, that wont stop when the madness over comes, becoming twisted in the wickedness Our fears feed the madness, this cancerThe Sickness
which is the sickness, brought by the hatred for our death As we are born to die, 'tiss our fate to be the forsaken in this living lie. The macabre of the morbid, that is our life.
by ~Adando-Koga
Life's TruthLife isn't what it seems to be as we wonder from dream to broken dream All this endless strife that masks and carrodes our life Never seeing the sun shining at the coming of dawn but the storm clouds of our own endless pain thats brought on Instead of hurting we should be healing, paying more attention to our own true feelings. Ignoring the wounds dealt by our darkest hate, for all the fragments of our dispair grows within us to taint We must take the time to look at our selves and what we do to heal and mend, to live again, and oLife's Truth
by ~Adando-Koga
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- Current Residence: the void of my tattered lonely thoughts
- Favourite movie: Legend
- Favourite artist: Luis Royo, Boris Vallejo
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
- Favourite game: living in peace with my eternal deamons
- Personal Quote: take my hand and feel alive, for no one shall hear your screams.
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To Live is to risk, for with out risk one can not live, can not learn and most of all they can not ascend in mind and spirit.
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snakes + plane = SNAKES ON A PLANE
"I STICK IT IN LIKE IT'S INTENTIONAL"
BUNNIES NEED PORN, TOO!
support my club! ~thatwhichlieshidden
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To Live is to risk, for with out risk one can not live, can not learn and most of all they can not ascend in mind and spirit.
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snakes + plane = SNAKES ON A PLANE
"I STICK IT IN LIKE IT'S INTENTIONAL"
BUNNIES NEED PORN, TOO!
support my club! ~thatwhichlieshidden
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snakes + plane = SNAKES ON A PLANE
"I STICK IT IN LIKE IT'S INTENTIONAL"
BUNNIES NEED PORN, TOO!
support my club! ~thatwhichlieshidden
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To Live is to risk, for with out risk one can not live, can not learn and most of all they can not ascend in mind and spirit.
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snakes + plane = SNAKES ON A PLANE
"I STICK IT IN LIKE IT'S INTENTIONAL"
BUNNIES NEED PORN, TOO!
support my club! ~thatwhichlieshidden
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