The feeling of accomplishment touches those who are successful, and within their hearts they thrive for that feeling as they conquer their wants and fight for their desires. Those who aren't familiar with such emotions are those who lay and think of the world they've felt.... A world they've created, and finally find their accomplishments.... For the beggar who lays on the street accomplishes a new task each day, and a wealthy man searches for something that will ruin them. In search for that feeling.... The beggar has lost dignity, lost his strength, and dies on the streets that he has chosen, and within these streets he finds the meaning of his quest, the meaning of his journey in the state of being deprived. In a world that has been deprived, reaped of life, shattered from light, darkness is a man's best friend. "I beg for the dark, and learn from the light". These words inspire, these words conquer, and most of all.... These words defeat deprivation. Dying at birth, and born into the fire of hades that speaks to man, birthed into fire and weaned from death is where light shall be begged from the beggar.... For I am the disappoint, disappointed, and disproven.... For I am the one that lurks in the mind of Satan, and dies in the heart of Christ..... Living is only a state of consciousness, and within blindness there is sight. Praying for a God that will heal me, and begging for Satan to spare me.... For I've found the conquering of deprivation, and within the loss, within the unforgivable.... Within my weeping and within the mourning sun might I find my reason to sob.... For I've been weaned in the heart of a woman.... A goddess.... The messiah that grants my wish.... To be free from the chains of paradise, I shall find paradise is frequent in the eyes of the familiar.... Within the song of the dove That weeps her flesh.... And pours into my mouth to eat.... I taste the rich emotion of the song.... Might I be slain by the Lord..... And be shunned by That weeps her flesh.... And pours into my mouth to eat.... I taste the rich emotion of the song.... Might I be slain by the Lord..... And be shunned by Christ..... I shall stand by my paradise in awe.... For I shall risk my life.... My freedom, so that the bell may ring in another ear..... For freedom doesn't not ring, it grows silent.... The crowing of the birds that fly into the sea of winds will die, within the bones of a beggar..... The flesh of the dead.... And the heart that grows in the breast..... A man shall find his place in the eyes of mystery..... And from death may I part.... To live forever in your arms...... Sorrow dwells in the heart..... And change influences the mind to interact with our hearts.... For sin destroys life in fire.... Dirt is the foundation of flesh.... And life is what continues after death.... There is no beginning, and the ending is only a new beginning. Walking under the deprivation of sleep, sleeping in the deprivation of walking.... A gypsy dancing in the cell of life.... I've sinned in the name of satan, and forgiven in the Holy name of Christ.... For my heart strives for one purpose, and within this purpose you may find a picture..... A picture that progresses into a metamorphosis of multiple arrangements of time. I have lived one thousand years inside of a spirit that was to be born into flesh, and deprived of my holy aura.... My halo crowned in Gold and diamond, that crippled into the thorns of man.... Bleeding the thoughts of my sins.... I have found the reason for paradise..... For it breathes in the heart of the white lamb, the beautiful golden fleece that shines in white illusion.... The taste of life drips from the sheep, and the Shepherd allows his lamb to be free.... Yet her heart punctures the beast that hunts.... And within the hunt, the lion lays with the lamb..... Gabrielle.... I love you.....
