and tho i see the memories now... and tho its through this stained glass... the gleaing cracks between the peices... were always there to grasp... the door stands before me... just as formidable as before.... and inside the rotten walls... remain the marble floors.... perhaps a mirror stayed behind.. through the triumphs......and the fights.... perhaps the blood stained floor.....remains no more.... no more horrible nights.... and oh the epic battles... tho no winner now remains.... everything oh so important... nothing..............but the pain... at least onto something new... another war...and perhaps this time its right.... only time can really tell... what my asumptions sadly.... can not... a trustworthy advisary..... an oxymoron of beast... like the storms from the clouds.... when the west winds.....meet the east.... dare we take shelter...from this inpending storm... if only to protect ourselves.... and keep each other warm!?!? and in this moment i realiaze... i was never really right... but nothing matters....when the weathers shit.... and a hurricanes in sight
Reason for writing:
hmmmmph
Birth sign: Aries
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