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Scars
Scars are life’s road signs. It is from these that our life stories are told. Yet not all scars are visible.
Some only we can see or feel. Also some run deeper than others.
From one’s scars, lesions are learned. Lessons that can never be unlearned.
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wakeWe are not seen. We are not heard. We are not witnessed. We are known.
You are not here to look. you are here as the drawn sword. The only blow delt is a killing. For we are Gods of Death.
The reaper walks seven steps behind
  to catch what falls in our wake.   wake
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BlankThese days things are never what they seem.    THose who seem to be of light are true darkness.    Those of the dark being truly of light.    If this is true then where do I stand.
Am I to be counted wit hte children of light?    Or am I to be counted among the children of the damned.?
For as I see it, I stand surrounded by darkness.    It has seeped into my soul yet my soul has
   not been corruppted yet.
What is to come about of this is unknown.    But when the die are cast, my lot shall be r Blank
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shadow of light   To thouse who ive in light and laugh at what is seen.
   There are those who willing seek out the darkness, For that darkness they wait.
  Yet what are we who put out the light, that
candel in our hearts.    So that when the times comes.    We are there in the shadows.
  Shadows where all is black or white,
good and bad.
  We still wait to do what is needed to
keep others in the light.   shadow of light
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Harding              Harding   12-11-04

For we train to kill, they           teach us not to think of death as the
         taking of human life, but nothing more then           the fall of the hammer of a rilfe.
The eventsthat we shall witness, shall turne a man         pure of heart. To that of a beast        Harding
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Lost

Wed Jul 8, 2009, 7:27 PM

Where am i to go now that the dream is dead. What dream is dead with out another nightmare coming to light. when are nightmares bad when they are all you have? all that i have left in this world are my nightmares or what most would call dark dreams. Dont know what to do when i dont see is the beast in a man skin one who cnat understand ppl and why they have to hate others because of faith. the only faith that i have is that my place in this world is to help all those around me and work my ass off till my hands bleed.

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Mood: Content
Listening to: bob dillin
Reading: pride and prejudice and Zombies
Watching: Daily SHow
Eating: Twizzlers
Drinking: Root Beer

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Current Residence: texas
Shell of choice: 7.62
Wallpaper of choice: hellsing
Skin of choice: unbreakable
Favourite game: gungrave, crackdown
Favourite gaming platform: x-box 360
Favourite cartoon character: alucard
Personal Quote: We see that which is there... that which I can show you is entirely something else
Tools of the Trade: knife, sword