

UntitledMy tears have dried and nothing is left. Behind but a helpless notion. That I am too weak to help. Too weak to fight. Too weak to live.Untitled


Beyond the GreatDeath, unprejudiced and fair, What more could one ask for, In this tragic affair, All come, all go, But is it to and froe,Beyond the Great
What happens in death,
None shall know.


Requiem of TruthI write of love,Requiem of Truth
And death and life, And of distaste.
Sing of time I do, And its flow, Of its waste And of its use.
If sing I would of bad, Would anyone listen?
If I wrote only of good, Would it matter?
My requiem is of All, Not one joyous thing, Neigh of one sadness, But of truth.
or, if you want, i could try messing around with it some more... XD
It's Sarah. Put me on friend list, k?
Wazzup dawg?
So- yeah- AWESOME new picture dude.
Even if I walked around in a suit of armor for a year I could NOT draw armor as good as that.
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