To know sorrow....
Is to know love....
Without one there isn't the other....
To know sorrow....
You must welcome her embrace...
Suffocate in the intoxication of her darkness....
To know sorrow....
Is to invite failure...
Simple misplaced words and actions...
That shatter hearts and topple building.....
To know sorrow......
is to remember the past....
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The storms show her pain... electric coated tears that reflect her sorrow... lava boils from the heat of her
rage... we are one and the same.... She is my Rubi-Ka and I am her nanomage ....
Great Job, Uncle!Originally posted by BugLight
To know sorrow....
Is to know love....
Without one there isn't the other....
To know sorrow....
You must welcome her embrace...
Suffocate in the intoxication of her darkness....
To know sorrow....
Is to invite failure...
Simple misplaced words and actions...
That shatter hearts and topple building.....
To know sorrow......
is to remember the past....
It's beautiful B
Kristin "Sorroe" Clyburn
Advisor, First Light
A world of made is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this fine specimen of hypermagical ultraomnipotence. We doctors know a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go - e. e. cummings
Scars echo the pain of ages...
Fissures in the flesh....
Cracks in the hardened rocks at our feet...
Bound by the laws of time...
Imprisoned by the rules of physics...
Her walls eroded around me....
Revealing the secrets within...
Crumbleing...
Piece by piece...
Into subtle oblivian....
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The storms show her pain... electric coated tears that reflect her sorrow... lava boils from the heat of her
rage... we are one and the same.... She is my Rubi-Ka and I am her nanomage ....
Very nice BugLight, I enjoyed reading that
She stands....
Against the barrage of bullets...
Her walls, immortal....
Rebuilding from ruins.....
Foundations held strong by the blood of our tradgedy....
Tears of hope fill in missing mortar...
We live and die by her...
Serve as protectors...
As she stands so does our freedom....
Married by fate...
Bound by respect....
Till' death do us part....
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The storms show her pain... electric coated tears that reflect her sorrow... lava boils from the heat of her
rage... we are one and the same.... She is my Rubi-Ka and I am her nanomage ....
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