The HuntI am the Hunter I am in control I am in search of the ultimate preyThe Hunt
I focus on the hunt, nothing else matters
I have left carnage in my wake I have left companions to their fate I have left consequences that will reverberate for the rest of time
The hunt is all that matters
I see it now, in the waning of the light I dare not breathe as I line up my sight I am ready, come day or the encroaching night
The hunt, this is the hunt
A second A second, in time, or simply a second chance &nbs
Shifting ShadowsShifting ShadowsShifting Shadows
Shadows covered the world when Man first forged a path Through Land, Sea, and Sky Yet why? Why did Man scale the heights of Tibet? Why did Man traverse the darkness below? Why did Man explore unknown lands? Why did Man sail the fragile mistress, the Sea?
Shadows covered the world when Man first forged a path Through Land, Sea and Sky Man sought to banish this darkness Man aspired and conquered the unknown Man grew and dispersed the shadows However,
In the wake of the salvation of Man The k
Love?Love?Love?
What love is to me,
What love is to me, is what hate is to you? What love is to me, is frightening and new? What love is to me, is it something I do? Or something I don’t, or can’t, or won’t? What love is to me, is misunderstood What love is to me, is not understood What love is to me, distorts the mind What love is to me, defies what I know Love to me, is that special someone Love to me, defies explanation
The Waking PastThere is silence. But silence of this calibre breeds well only in darkness. And dark it is, for the young woman chained to the marble altar, darkness and silence are her only companions, and it is a poor substitute in such a situation. She pulled on the chains anxiously, how had she got here? Why was she here? Where was she? The young woman had none of these answers. There is a sudden clank, and the sound of metal scraping metal, a ray of light cuts a swathe through the blanket of black. The girl looked at the source of light, to see a huddled mass of figures almost glide through the doorway. Each clad in robes of stark red or black. They encThe Waking Past
Virus
Not Impressed
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"Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something." - Plato
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"Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something." - Plato
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"Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something." - Plato
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