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Hello I am dead, was murdered by a crow and a Raven

Mind filled with words of encouragement
          Pushing ones self to its limit
          To rise from the dust to become the best
          Becoming the champion that none knew

Beautiful fire lights the world a blaze
          Red covers the land and orange the sky
          Cities fell, kingdoms ruins, villages burn
          Ash to Ash dust to dust 
          Nothing is left to the fiery blaze of war
          
          That's the consequence of war
          
          

Mistakes is what I am
          Sins is what in me
          Confusion, is what I do

Live, survive, thrive,and prosper. Four step to victory
          
          :D

(•-•        ) "here's a face for anyone"
                          -TSLD

Time to do some late night "reliving"
          
          I wonder what makes me feel happy, I know for a fact, that I really need to socialize more, but on the other hand I don't want to, I guess I just want someone to talk to, well I guess for now talking to myself is just fine, seeing as sometimes words by your friends could be a flower to you or a blade or a gun that just bleeds your heart. for once I feel hurt by those words my friend said, but it's my own fault for it, so who could blame them really, I suppose I should learn to just keep myself in check, and keep my own things to myself, well with that the weight I bare is slightly gone, wonderful ain't it, magic of mind. Heh,
          Well time for me to go to hit the dream, or in formal terms, sleeping

A light shine through this shadowed halls
          Shading light to a fallen path
          No darkness left to hide
          Only spotlight is all I see 
          So sharp like a knife it cuts my soul in two
          The pain is relieving but also a hellish nightmare
          Forever shall I stalk this halls 
          Walking on the eternal light that shines the darkness away 
          It may leads me to dismay but wherever it takes me I will endure
          
          

It's a fine day to be burning in hell

A lost child wonder these halls 
          Sulking its failure and sins for all eternity
          Not knowing that sacrifice was the answer to the riddle of which would give a saving grace
          A guardian may fall but they must rise again to be a true guardian if they are to be