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They...RoseThe thousand who
Died in the
Line of fire
The soldiers rise once more
They put on a show
The pockmarked bodies
Slow motion ballet
Apathetic of the war
Show shades of sadness
They move elegantly
For those who shall be
The danse macabre
They shall mourn
A rose in each pocket
Of the uniform
For the incense event
Forever they shall carry on
To grow in number
For each is the victim of war
We Were Gods - 1My name is professor Ulrich Gottfried and I am of the human subrace the Ammam. I have been told many times that I resemble the ancient god Cthulu; I don't see the similarities. Still, it's flattering to be compared to a deity. I am old, 4000 years about there, another thousand should do me.
During my lifetime, I have had countless philosophical and scientific revelations. A couple of my favorites include the realization that humans are impossibly resilient creatures. Through pure willpower and ingenuity they have managed to get this far, especially when everything has been trying to wipe them out. Another of my favorites is that math. Is. EVERYWHERE. There is quite literally an equation for every facet of life and what it is made up of. But my top favorite has to be when I found out that there is a pattern to everything; that everything occurs in cycles. Everyone has seen at least one pattern during their lifetime whether it'd be the seasons of what was Earth or certain events that see
The Problem of Equal LoveThe problem of equal love
Is that you'd never go away
Still here day by day
All that I am saying
Is that I'd like you to move on
Even if it'd break your heart
I want you to be strong
I love you with every ounce of my being
I know you do the same
But please just love me a little less
All for your own gain
Then if not for your sake then mine
I'd like to be left alone
Go enjoy this world of ours
And find a love of your own
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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