| There was a time when these things meant something to me. That time has passed. |


His Will Be DoneShe laughs as she pulls,His Will Be Done
The sweat-soaked leather sliding through the buckle.
Lifting the dented metal free,
She places it on the coarse table with a fond delicacy.
She laughs for a battle won And a good deed done.
She pulls the mesh over her head And it claws at her hair.
She winces, and pulls harder.
Sacrifice in the name of God,
Blesséd be thy name.
Was it gold? Was it ebony?
Is it crimson, fading to rust?
He watches her with unwavering eyes,
So noble, so proud. Shes his angel,
Infallible in her fight,
Inval


BreatheYou felt it first. The slightest shudder in which she told you that something was very, very wrong. Look around, did anyone else notice it? He didnt. She didnt. She didnt. He didnt. He did. A grizzled veteran, hes no stranger to danger. Your eyes meet. He looks away. Your heart stumbles and spins against your ribs.Breathe
In a coy, almost unexpected move, your stomach vaults up your throat, dashing for freedom. You catch it by a toe, but it squeaks once in protest. No one hears it. You dont even hear it.
It is the beginning of the end. You can tell by the way her body jerks and collapses.


The Middle of the EndId tear this world apart. Id tear it apart for for.. For no reason, really.The Middle of the End
Id grip it in my two hands, hold it high above my head And grin as the seams split between my fingers.
Or maybe maybe Maybe Id do it real quiet-like, a subtle tear leading into a deft wrench.
No one would see it happen, but theyd know it was gone soon enough.
Id do it for you.
Id do it for me.
Id do it for the guy you almost rear-ended yesterday,
The cunt who didnt use his turn signal.
Id do it for him, if
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I don't care at this point. I'm tired of being judged. I'm tired of having to care what other people think of me because they hold the goddam key to my freedom in their ignorant little hands!
dA is for the literary arts, too.
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Are you sure which side of the glass you are on?
"Who knew angels sounded like gunshots poppin'?"
Odd odd images come to mind
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"Baby can you dig your man? He's a righteous man! Tell me baby, can you dig your man?" - "The Stand" by Stephen King
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Are you sure which side of the glass you are on?
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"Baby can you dig your man? He's a righteous man! Tell me baby, can you dig your man?" - "The Stand" by Stephen King
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"Baby can you dig your man? He's a righteous man! Tell me baby, can you dig your man?" - "The Stand" by Stephen King
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