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Amnesia620 · 08-29-2005, 07:39 PM

Take in your breath now and hold it there
Behold your own mysterious soul of the exquisite
Here is where it lies, now, so take your share
Twice as shy is only once after you've first been bit

Bow not in worship before the grand altar of your own God
Drink from the cup of silver laced in your own seed
Hold with you your own thunder staff or lightening rod
Allow it to drain and refill you as you continue to bleed

The hope lost is now yours to recollect and regain
As it has been shattered and spread upon the Earth
Pick up all the pieces once more, each tiny grain
Forget not the cycle you've invoked, of your own rebirth

Walk proudly among the insane with the strength of sanity
Drudge forth to be witnessed and eternally recognized
Some of the members of such a world you call Lost Vanity
You are the author of your land's own Holy Book, unrevised.

Fate's vibrations shatter the strength of the fragile life you've now made
A soul's creations are destroyed when Twilights curtain falls upon each of them
Memories crumble, collapsing in death, as their frozen ashes begin to fade
An empty mind deteriorates from it's inability to compose a new requiem.

08-29-2005, 07:39 PM	#7 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Existance in Love Take in your breath now and hold it there Behold your own mysterious soul of the exquisite Here is where it lies, now, so take your share Twice as shy is only once after you've first been bit Bow not in worship before the grand altar of your own God Drink from the cup of silver laced in your own seed Hold with you your own thunder staff or lightening rod Allow it to drain and refill you as you continue to bleed The hope lost is now yours to recollect and regain As it has been shattered and spread upon the Earth Pick up all the pieces once more, each tiny grain Forget not the cycle you've invoked, of your own rebirth Walk proudly among the insane with the strength of sanity Drudge forth to be witnessed and eternally recognized Some of the members of such a world you call Lost Vanity You are the author of your land's own Holy Book, unrevised. Fate's vibrations shatter the strength of the fragile life you've now made A soul's creations are destroyed when Twilights curtain falls upon each of them Memories crumble, collapsing in death, as their frozen ashes begin to fade An empty mind deteriorates from it's inability to compose a new requiem. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 04:15 PM.. Reason: Edit, Spell check & Revision.