They burn . . .
Can you hear it?
Crackling from the flames.
They drown . . .
Can you see it?
Bubbles rising from the depths.
They fall . . .
Can you feel it?
Ground shaking as they strike.
They cry . . .
Can you taste it?
Bitter, salty tears.
They die . . .
Can you smell it?
Stench of rotting flesh.
They've gone . . .
Did you notice?
All forgotten in the past.















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do not - repeat - do not click on this link - [link]
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World comes first, you second, your cat third. ~ The order of which superheroes save things.
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Mirintala
Head of White Umbrella
Part of the ~ Umbrella-Corporation
I'm not an artist, I've never claimed to be.
I'm a demonic angel, though it's something you can't see.
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Mirintala
Head of White Umbrella
Part of the ~ Umbrella-Corporation
I'm not an artist, I've never claimed to be.
I'm a demonic angel, though it's something you can't see.
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"The Savage Garden . . .It's just a phrase I used to use for the Earth, in the old times when I didn't believe in anything, when I believed the only laws were aesthetic laws. . . Before I knew we knew more of nothing, and nothing more."-Lestat
To keep the same "system" the whole way through.
It's not morbid IMO, only a little pessimistic...
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"Everything I have written may be wrong."
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Mirintala
Head of White Umbrella
Part of the ~ Umbrella-Corporation
I'm not an artist, I've never claimed to be.
I'm a demonic angel, though it's something you can't see.
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Mirintala
Head of White Umbrella
Part of the ~ Umbrella-Corporation
I'm not an artist, I've never claimed to be.
I'm a demonic angel, though it's something you can't see.
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