"There's a reason hidden there, but that doesn't mean it's inexistant. That doesn't make it any less real. Patience, let the destiny do its magic. God would choose you the best of things, just wait."
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strengthening him with damage,
A breeze carrying a lesson flies over his kingdom .
Green,
Forest basil blinding the vision of each passer by
And beyond the wards of pine trees
There, an enormous kingdom lies
Where lives
One king- faith lost in an inescapable maze
And a Prince who's always merry
For his beliefs are secured in place
One Starless night takes over the sun
Heaved clouds cry,
Squeeze their eyes dry,
And the King's brittles lullabies with them.
For when he was slicing some fruits
His forefinger got cut,
Kicked out of its assigned place.
the prince's sorrys, though, were little
"perhaps in store, a good reason for it."
How dare he speak such an insult!
what pleasant reason would that be,
how'd he benefit from a spoiled hand?!
Searing his heart like acid,
Rage boiling,
The king sent his prince to prison
Then shuffled to his horse,
A stroll, to ease his fumes.
Wild lurked around his highness
Like lions looking for a prey,
Rebellions got him captured,
Desiring to feed him to their flames.
"No please! Just don't!"
He squirms, begs free
But they keep nearing him to the fire
And just when ready to throw him in
A shout peirced the silence "Stop that at once!"
"How'd you throw our beloved flames
A flawed human with a finger loss?"
And just as such
They let him go,
Free of chains ,
To safety he flew.
There your miracle young soul,
There the gift in the store,
Tell me now don't you think
that every thing happens for a reason?
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I REALLY DON'T SWEAR BUT
I FXCKING WROTE THIS IN MY NOTES, EDITED, AND IT WAS REALLY GOOD. THIS ONE I BADLY WANTED TO TRY AND WRITE IT GOOD BECAUSE I LIKE THIS STORY AND.. MY GOD! THEY GOT DELETED? JUST LIKE THAT? I GO AND COME AND IT'S LOST? I'M REALLY REALLY DYING. I HATE THIS. I HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT OMG. OMG! LIKE... THIS MAKES ME MAD SHIT ANGRY SFM.
FOTD:
Red is the color of tears when you're angry.
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Nirvana
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