Celethiel
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i am glad.
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you are welcome, and thank you
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last 2 poems actually he is blaming his god for not saving his wife and kid from the last poem. thereby loosing his faith....
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thanx, and no, i haven't been hanging with Wes, never even read his books.
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thanx
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Well the Theme is scars
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he's blaming his god for not saving his family from what happened in the last chapter.
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nothing...
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am i getting darker?i was emulating the Spanish Inquisition through the point of view of the victim...
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Thanx for thinking so, and the review.
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thanx
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Thanx.Well I developped this on the idea of three different types of pain... the first one is physical... The second is Emotional... and the Third is spiritual... he's blaming his god for not saving his family.
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from deep inside that dusty library that's my head PUT AWAY those surgeon tools
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Thanx.
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your sense is a good approximation of the story i built in my head behind these three poems... since i was picturing a Man during the Spanish Inquisition
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Any horror leaves scars, physical, emotional, and spiritual. Some run deeper and last longer than others
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And We Are Alone It is over now I ask you why You broke your vow For you did lie She holds their seed She wants it dead Who can I plead? For where you lead My son so small He is now lame Heard not his call You are to blame And these my hands Let them both rot And fall in sands For I could not But you never did And we are alone For what you bid Wish I had known
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I Was Once Strong Now a cruel shove Brings me to see All that I love Kneel before me Cutting like a knife My son screams My bloody wife Into my dreams Why does she bow? She is no whore I beg you now Please do no more For all I hear I cannot sleep Broken in fear I can only weep I was once strong No longer so Where did I wrong? To bend so low Nothing is left They took it all I am bereft Not but to crawl There is no light The final blow The end in sight Now I shal
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To Feast the Crow To settle a score Command me strip Blood on the floor I taste the whip You hurt me so For what you shun Much to my woe I cannot run You cut my flesh And blood does flow And torn still fresh To feast the crow You call me liar And when I quake For your desire My bones you break And sleep comes slow For still I ache For yet I know Worse when I wake
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Is it just me or did Hollywood take the summer off?
Celethiel replied to JamesSavik's topic in The Lounge
well we all need some time off...you, me... hollywood.... even god takes a little time off, how do you think the dark ages happened just ask Bruce All-mighty. -
we don't never mind you at all
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I like Imager Portfolio too i've never read john campbell's stuff though i don't think.
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Then i wouldn't have any, because i could never just have five, i'd never be able to make up my mind on which Only five i could have... although The Hobbit would be in the titles.
