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Its back with a force. I thioght I could force it away, swallow it like bile. But its always back. no matter how happy I am, the violence still runs through me, earing my peaceful thoughts into daymares.
An Orange dragon's eye, circling my head. The glint inside - a fell spark of pure evil.
A redneck daemon rapes my girlfrend, hurls me away wih impossible force. I find my hand has snapped off, only the jagged bone remains, and I plunge it into its neck with insane violence.
I wake suddenly. Calm myself down. Doze off to an image of myself trapped behind the ice.
Frantic I scrabble against the smooth surface. the ice turns black, suddenly, and te light stars to fail. The whole world goes black, slowly. I run to find a light source, before the world is consumed with darkness. I light an ancient brazier, but its flames emit no light. They go black along with everything else. The world comes to an end, and I am back with the orange glow of the dragon's eye. He talks to me. He tells me lies about myself. He tells me of the treachery of others. He tells me of the evil that he is, and makes me want it. The dragon tries to turn me to his side. And while he talks, I believe everything he says. Like Frodo pinned by sauron's gaze, so too am I overwhelmed by this single eye, floating in the ink.
When I snap out of this state I'm fine, I can rationalise. But the undercurrent remains. I now associate orange with power and taint, where I never did before. I now know things about people that aren't true. I know that this friend has done this evil, and this mate has been destructive in this way - I have to rationalise with myself to even realise that I don't KNOW these things, that they have come from within. From the horror inside me.
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Lily_Munster
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see
God
or
i_have_words
and the Christians
they seem to know
but no one lets them speak
they get runned down
or out
by the masses
any God but their God
ignorance at its worst
its why i retired
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satan satan satan
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Colonel Kurtz
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Achilles
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Somehow I think that if there is a god, then I have offended him long ago, and willingly.
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niska
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i'm 19.
i'm so in love with this person that has already told me they care, but i can't do the same for them.
i am afraid.
i am creating a series of events which pretty much ensure they can never allow me to know how they truly feel ever again, and we cry for each other in secret caves, just waiting until the other one falls vulnerable, so someone can take the first step towards honesty and trust, but we won't.
we stare, beg and die in silent cravings. we wish, hope, and cry to the other in hushed telepathics, planning on patience to be a virtue for one of us, enduring the torture of waiting through questions, anxieties and needs beyond our control, because we know this was meant to be. otherwise it souldn't have happened to me.
how do i know if this is love? i'm only 19.
then it all falls into place. like i was right all along. damn i'm good.
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Syrope
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a b minus!!! in PE!!!
yes it IS a big deal!!!
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raisin_brando
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