

FireI've thought about taking a can of gas and burning this old house down to the ground for a while now. As I run my hand across the wall, I can see in my mind, the singing, popping wood, splintering and crying as it's tongue turns to flame. And as it burns, I will lie in my bed, waiting till the roof peels back under the withering smoke and fire so that I can watch the sky, and see the reflection of the ambulance lights in the trees. The siren's songs will sooth me like a lullaby inferno. I can see now the walls of smoke rising up like ladders to God, or maybe something greater. Maybe I'll climb the ladders and wave to the firemen below, and thFire


Blood and SunshineI could burn the world in anger, And drown the shores in rage.Blood and Sunshine
I could unwrite every story, Page by page by page.
I could fell the biggest city, Till cinder burns the ground.
If defeat had a voice, Would it make a sound?
I could lose the smallest battle. I'll be the first man down.
Underneath the last man standing, face down, on the ground.
I'll never be the hero. I'm the human shield that died.
If I'm fighting for your cause, We're the losing side.
You cannot win in love or war,


Sickness LoveThere's something in the air, Is it love or cyanide? My heart is beating faster, pumping blood or iodine? My neck is getting goosebumps Or cancer causing sores? My hands are going cold, waiting to grab yours. My stomach gets the butterflies, or parasitic worms? Is this warmth the touch of love? Or the sting of healing burns? When we kiss my legs my legs go numb, I never want to leave. Are you the poison or the cure, With needles in your sleeve? But even when my heart stops beating, I still will kiss you so. Because I know that if I die,Sickness Love


The Fallen SaintA fiery tree with burning leaves marks the start of fall,The Fallen Saint
And under looming branches lie a child's forgotten doll.
Her face shows signs of weather, chips and cracks in paint,
Forgotten in a sea of leaves, she is the fallen saint.
Her painted smile never falters in the summer sun,
Even when the thunder giants bang their battle drums.
When winter spiders spin their webs of barbed wire thorns and thread,
And mighty trees shed crying leaves and leave them all for dead,
The saint will sit against the trunk of her mighty maple tree,
Devious Comments
-Domini.
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Just as no one can be forced into belief, so no one can be forced into unbelief.
Please leave me a note + link when the next part of Ares Desmonov is written, because I really, really liked it.
Thanks
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Thank´s.Really.
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Can I burrow a cup of rainbows ?
[link] this buds for you tin man xD
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You are not responsible for anyone's happiness but your own.
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