lovetorment, breaking promises you make promises you break you say you love me and then you rip it all away forbidden fruit is the sweetest but when its ok, you dont want me brutalized i break i cant take this nightmare its too reminiscent of the rage of last time the anguish the betrayal the hate the guilt i feel inside tormented, i break shattered again, i see this is what is meant to belove
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I falter Feeling it now The weight of the world On my shoulders Beating me down Trying to break me I falter I crumble Kneeling now Under this burden I cannot face I falter Mocking me, I hear them laugh The twisted faces of god Laughing Mocking Enraging me now With this burden I stand tall. Lifting away this pain, the burden of life Screaming defiance Roaring like a titan I stand tall. I stand proud Allen Mottard Aug 10 2008 2:18 AM
Tibet's TaleTibet's TaleTibet's Tale
Allen Mottard Let me tell you a story. The black velvet of night is covered by the scattered dust of a thousand diamonds. The fat sickle of the moon hangs low in the sky, casting its eerie light on the carnage below. Lhasa burns. The People's Liberation Army has arrived in Lhasa and commenced the "diplomatic meetings" with Tibet. Innocent, peaceful, harmless civilians flee the terrible gunfire. Under the fell, demonic light, there is chaos. A soldier, with a demonic grin, draws his knife and thrusts it into the small of a young girls back. Another Chinese soldier takes out his belaying pin and
Sun and MoonSun and Moon Allen MottardSun and Moon
A tall man, wearing a black trench coat, a black beret, and aviators walks out from a dark, shadowed alleyway. The ragged hole in the wall is nearly a pitch black, with only a faint flicker of light, as though a match is lit some ten feet into the alley. The dark, well-kempt man slowly and deliberately removes his black leather gloves. The malevolent things glisten in the pale moonlight. Folding them gently, the mysterious stranger slips them quietly into a deep pocket. The pocket swells slightly, as though there is something else in its depths. His shirt is an obsidian hole in the night. The ebon
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"We are praying for salvation, but we can't regret our sins.
We're only saves to our temptation, and we hurt the ones we love."
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You know that little voice in your head that tells you to do something when you know you shouldn't?
yeah that's me.
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impossible is nothing. just look at me and count the impossible things ive done. you can do anything if you truly believe. and have giant balls. and a lack of common sense. shit me in a nutshell!!!
if i were older than you i'd call you kiddo...
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You know that little voice in your head that tells you to do something when you know you shouldn't?
yeah that's me.
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impossible is nothing. just look at me and count the impossible things ive done. you can do anything if you truly believe. and have giant balls. and a lack of common sense. shit me in a nutshell!!!
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