Dear JesusDear Jesus, Perhaps we got started on the wrong foot. My name is Chris, and I've been on this rock for 20 years now. I can't say I've done anything significant, I haven't parted the seas or freed any slaves, and if I had never existed, maybe things wouldn't be radically different. I'm not complaining Jesus, because after all, most of that stuff is my fault, isn't it?Dear Jesus
When I was a child, I always wondered about you - if you existed, if you could hear me, what you were about. Everyone danced around those questions. If I made fun of you, I was scorned. If I doubted your existance, I was re-assured otherwise. I was told you we
My Angel EyesAway, far away A million eyes that cannot see A sunset beach. Where we wrote our names Up in the clouds so high Without a care in the world But our own.My Angel Eyes
Glorious banners And trumpets of war Proudly proclaim our deeds. The evil, still lurking, below the clouds. Aphrodite's frown cannot be avoided no matter what the price.
It doesn't matter I'll always love you. For always, for ever My dearest, dearest angel. You've died to me, but not to the world.
What I must lose I give to the world. I
A King's LetterA letter sent with royal charm Sealed with the shield of arms Scarlet wax, hastily pressed.A King's Letter
The kingdom thanks you For your service Our regrets we must exhibit
Died a hero, one in a million Cliches handpicked by poets And those not blind close their eyes.
The King's signature Smeared delicately By a scribe himself
A hundred horses A thousand homes
A letter - It's the least we could do.
HerePerhaps I was wrong to place any trust in anyone, perhaps it never really should have been. What are friends, but annoyances that require the word that even I cannot use without shuddering 'care'. Maybe I cared once, maybe I truly did, but even those you care about go away in the end. Perhaps that's how I ended up Here. Where is Here, I do not wish to say, but there are other people Here - they just aren't very happy. One would even venture to call them dead, but they are not truly dead, just shells of etheral material existing on a plane, on a rock we call earth, waiting for something better only to discover they have to wait years. &nHere
Take Up Your SwordsTake up your swords my good men For the battle leads us onwards Into the heat and heart of the denTake Up Your Swords
No more time to stop and wonder when We must fight this fight for Our Lords Take up your swords my good men
Think not if these be your kin Just hack and cleave your way through the hordes Into the heat and heart of the den
Do not slow, that is it then We are the last wards Into the heat and heart of the den!
Rush at them again and again Remember what you are fighting towards! Take up your swords my good men Into the heat and hear
I have no idea.
Compassion
And the friend/watch thing!
Love your gallery!
Excellent work!
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`adonihs says:
*gets on my knees*
`Rahll says:
lmao stop right there
`adonihs says:
*ties my shoe*
`adonihs says:
homo
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Nature rules you.
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Genius ain't anything more than elegant common sense.
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I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
Catherine- Wuthering Heights
-Daniel- *dvartdal
And also, welcome to dA!
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