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Post by Lati on Aug 14, 2012 9:57:59 GMT -8
Title ; Ashes, ashes Author notes ; Beware of confusion.
Flap.
Flap.
Flutter.
Crunch.
Ring-a-round a rosie,
There's red in her hands.
There's broken bones, crushed.
There's feathers strewn everywhere.
Who said angels were kind?
A pocket full of posies,
A book on the past.
A book on the future.
A book of sins.
A book of gifts.
Bookbookbookbookbook-!
Records of everything.
God knows she tries to erase them, to eraseeraseeraseerase-!
Forever.
She just wants to sleep.
Ashes!Ashes!
"Let me go!"
"Why must my sins pile up anyway!?"
"Why is it that I'm doomed eternally!? For the mistakes I have done!?"
"All of this, lies! LIES!"
"YOU SAID YOU WOULD FORGIVE ME!"
"I don't want to reincarnate anymore!"
"I DON'T WANT TO CARRY THE BURDEN I WAS SUPPOSE TO BE FORGIVEN OF!"
We all fall
Lies.
Lies.
There was no forgiveness.
So why bother repenting?
down
And there's angel blood in her hands, bright red and marking her wings. Red ripping from her pure white feathers, drip, drip, drip.
What is she but destined to die?
These wings are nothing but a symbolism of the past, the markings of a lie, a deception, a false truth. Why does everyone else receive forgiveness but her?
After all, the devil was only a child.
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Post by THE TRUE JIN on Aug 15, 2012 7:25:16 GMT -8
updated + 20 points. Please update your points tracker.
all the angst.
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