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The Warrior and The Priest The Warrior And The PriestThe Warrior and The Priest by DraganTheMighty
He was a warrior,
but since that day
he had never touched his sword.
They had told him that after the mountain
there was a church and a priest
that might help him.
The priest was praying.
His life, now, was more a monk's life,
rather a priest's, as after the earthquakes
all the villages around had been abandoned.
It was over eight years since the last time
someone had entered the church.
He was praying and asking for a sign.
What to do?
He had faith, but he never wanted to be so alone!
The warrior opened the door and he entered in.
- Hi, I'm looking for God. Does he live here?
I've searched in many places, but I can't find Him.
- You know... God...
- Do you know where I can find Him?
- But you know... God...
- No, I don't know.
- What will you do now?
- I'll keep on seaching.
- Can I follow you, I may help.
- But... How can you help?
It Was Never You...It really wasn't...It Was Never You... by WordOfChen
And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...
Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;
Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!
"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."
Please, fucking, SPARE ME!
Because when I look in this mirror, I know.
When I see myself looking back at me, I know.
Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;
Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.
I was the problem.
I was the instigator.
I was the perpetrator.
And when I had broken every last bit of her,
I was the one, who let it all fall to pieces.
So please, you don't have to feel sorry for me,
I am a bastard and I've got a very special place in hell waiting for me...
- Word of Chen, Darkest Hour, 16th February 2015
As OneAs One by DraganTheMighty
United, As One
We can both be angels,
As One we'll have two wings,
You and Me As One;
Embrace me to fly.
Perfectly ComfortableYou are comfortable now,Perfectly Comfortable by WordOfChen
Though tired from your day at work.
You lay your head upon the pillow,
And you start to fall asleep...
It is quiet in your apartment,
The silence is soothing.
You soon begin to dream,
And though your dream is initially pleasant...
Something seems to be off in the things you see around you.
You find yourself walking through the streets,
The old pavement beneath your apartment.
It looks like it always has except for all those cracks in the stone.
Crick-crack, crick crack.
You turn your eyes from the paving,
To see the streets lined with people.
Shivering, grim; their eyes hold little hope,
Save for a warm night' meal.
You begin to feel a little more frightened.
Your tie is getting pretty tight.
You stagger into your office, your lips going blue.
You try to alert someone,
But your colleagues no longer have faces...
They are simply mouths, large and unrelenting,
Belting you with a storm of words that drowns you out.
You are silenced, in a world