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The rain silenced the fires’ crackle, Purified the ashes Made from rage & desire. Destruction Combustion Transfiguration

Is murder real? I ask because I want to know. I have an explanation: You see, If it's not real, Who first said it was? How would they invent such an idea If there was no reality for it to stand on? It's not "murder" by the laws of Conquest and Dominance and Survival of the Strongest. But if it is real, Then there's a definition for it That someone either made up Or stumbled across as an absolute. If someone made it up, Who were they? What was their reason for inventing it? What gave them the authority to say so? Who are they to tell me what to do? See, if it was a God Who first dictated a Moral Law That spells out what Right and Wrong are And has authority over it, I would be more intimidated And less inclined to break such rules at random. But why should I listen to an equal If I don't want to? And unless you have the power, skill, or cunning, Who are you to stop me From doing whatever I want? You can make me stop, But it won't undo the damage I can do before then. Free will is

I'm so very hurt I have holes in my shirt Tearing through my flesh I've been torn apart Left in the rain Left for dead My eyes are dying I'm covered in red I only wanted to help you Targeted for my kindness Lured into the shadows I was murdered there Yet I hold no contempt For you I'll harbor this pain Eat me alive Bury me in your shame It's ok Let go of your murderous desire I'm your victim I will remain quiet I will be your martyr Cast all your sins onto my body I'm the cause of your misey I'm the one to be blamed So I die happily Crying in woes Wishing it could've been different This is the path you chose Let it go....... 4/23/24

Eaten churches Soul-altering fetishism Human meat filling clear pipes Artistic cultists corrupting the prime species False and catastrophic accusations You press the splinters of the suffering and creative deeper into Their flesh to use their screams for music and Their blood for shitty tattoos So, take those empty urns out of the closet and donate them to The minorities you want to fucking slaughter Pluck the hypocrisy from dicks and pussies The world you want is boring as hell Get used to living near rainbows, gothic nightclubs, And film festivals that feature directors from other countries Embracing diversity will make life so much more enjoyable Those stories are cutting your kids But if that happens, that means you Have a project to work on Great for you, but terrible for them

The Love that Lives in Pain Valentine’s Day 2024 By J.C. Solis Though I live every day as best as I can A foolish boy who wished to be your man I suffer to see you bask within light As I sacrifice myself to the blight I live in pain to see you rise and grow And I hope that my blood will rightly show That I’d bleed for you with all that I’d give So long as I still have my life to live And as I wake and return to my sleep And think of You within my dreams so deep I hope that you’ll rise and cherish the sun And smile at me, that your heart I have won For this is the day I tell you this, true I love you so much, and suffer for you…

The God of a Schizophrenic By J.C. Solis Why must I suffer this pain so profound? Why must I keep this mind that is unsound? Why, My Lord, must I keep feeling this pain? A feeling that just never seems to wane Why, My Father, do you allow this woe? For why must I deal with this heavy foe? Why must I feel toyed, as part of a game? A victim of this Evil with no name For I clung to faith, which waned ever so And I hope that you will now see and know How, over these years, I have lost my mind How the world is cruel to those of my kind Why, My Father, do I hear not a word? Why have you abandoned your loyal herd? Why must my tears still be shed down my face? Why do I still not feel your warm embrace? I know some people would say that I’m wrong To sing your praise and honor you in song That I would dare to still honor your name Despite this ordeal being yours to blame But I’ve clung true despite these foul recants I’ve denied so long the seeds that they’d plant I’ve shunned

You are bright, sunny, and beautiful. Showing up in early spring. After you bloom, Your petals fall. Your delicate fairy clocks form And they fly to the sky, Carrying everyone’s wishes.

Another Year That Mattered Birthday 2024 By J.C. Solis What is it like to be much older still? For all through this life, I’ve yet had my fill Of the wonders and joy that I have seen Of kindness and hope, of which I still wean What is it like with one year that has passed? Of these memories which I hope will last And the making of more, I will now gaze At the next rising sun, my life’s new phase For twenty-eight years I have come to know The joys and pain that, to me, Life would show And with this, I hope to live for more years Without fear, even as my death draws near And so, I hope, through this birthday so sweet I’ll still have strength not to admit defeat…

Cast down a beam of light Give birth to the morning son Walking on a path of light Enrich and purify Darkness has swallowed you Reborn from the darkest shadow Fading in a gray realm The illuminance is draining away Don't give up hope The darkness isn't your definition It has become a part true, But now you must remember Know that you are still pure That your heart and soul aren't easily corrupted Your power is greater than is realized Have faith, return to the sky You are a living angel Allow your wings to expand Illuminate the world Generate a radiant light (It's not ever too late for me.) 4/5/24

Oh, the irony–– Finally a foot of snow And it's gone in days...

you'll remember me, when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley you'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in the fields of gold so she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley in his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold will you stay with me? will you be my love? upon the fields of barley we'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in the fields of gold see the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold i never made any promises lightly and there have been some that i've broken but i swear in the days still left we'll walk in fields of gold we'll walk n fields of gold many years have passed since those summer days among the fields of barley see the children run as the sun goes down among the fields of gold you'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley you can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked

Three days have passed since Sarah and Melissa returned from Starpoint and since then Melissa hasn’t left the morgue. She didn’t eat she didn’t sleep she just wasted away staring at her brother’s body on that table hoping for any sign that he was alive. She didn’t care how impossible it was she wanted to believe that he’d wake up. As time passed she became weaker and weaker but no matter what she wouldn’t leave. Unfortunately, the fatigue and hunger became too much to bear and rather slowly she started to fall out of the chair. Her face was inches away from the ground but it never reached thanks to a hand clutching her by the shirt. “H-he’s not gon-n-na wa-ake up.” Elsewhere Sarah laid awake in her bed she couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard she tried; her mind was restless with thoughts of everything that happened at Starpoint. Sarah looked at her clock and saw it was almost 2 in the morning. Sarah gave up and got out of bed hoping a walk might clear her head. She

as the movie begins, (intro spoilers) the blue screen tells us that spock sacrificed his life to save the enterprise and blasted khan and destroyed him but it also destroyed spock....... then as he is dead, kirk said a tearful message and eulogy to his friend and then the casket got shot into the planet genesis. as the credits begin for the 3rd trek movie, this one is directed by leonard nimoy so he takes the controls as director. as the old trek cast (bill shatner as kirk, koenig as chekov, james doohan as scotty, deforest kelly as bones, george takei as mister sulu and nichelle nichols as uhura) they got depressed and the enterprise is almost in shambles and there is another pack of space explorers not letting kirk and others to take a dangerous mission. also appearing is the late kirstey alley in her early roles, as the gang noticed the genesis but in order to do that, they got to steal the enterprise by punching or zapping the guards and they gotta make a desperate search for

It’s Not Ideal Yussra MT Ebrahim 4/10/2024 Politics is a series of utilitarian concessions, and as soon as we allow ourselves to think politically, we’ve already fallen into the trap where anything can be justified. We could shake hands with powerful oppressors and find a way to say we’re doing it for the oppressed. Politics attracts would-be activists for justice and distracts them from taking down the system by promising change from within the system… but the only thing the system changes is the activists themselves. Before approaching any political effort, we have to start by asking: what are we willing to compromise on, and will our souls get compromised in the process? Tonight, the more privileged of my fellow activists for Palestine congratulated themselves for collaborating with a Zionist to get a ceasefire resolution passed, a resolution with racist and fascist wording. As they bent down to get on my level, they said to me, “It’s not ideal, but if you kiss the boots on your

I am not a professional or expert in this field and everything stated should be taken with a grain of salt. All of the information in this guide is advice, not a guarantee or silver bullet for every situation. This advice is to be taken at Your own risk. Real world conditions can change rapidly and at random and must be judged according to the situation. If you are in legitimate, immediate danger, Contact the authorities immediately. ================================================================== 0 Contents ================================================================== /1\ Introduction /2\ The Fundamentals Awareness! Know your Area! Identifying Unpleasantry Basic Evasion /3\ Refined Evasion Feigned Retreat I think I prefer to be alone.. I really meant it! Patience! /4\ Tips & Tricks Proper Locking Is that guy homeless? Out of sight, out of mind Be prepared! Just bring the whole thing with /5\ That’s all she

Disclaimer: We do not own Code Geass or any of the characters used in our story, with everything belonging to Sunrise other than characters, plots and lore that are of our own creation. A/N: Hi everyone, after what has been an eternity, our prequel fic for Code Geass, Liar's Dice is finally here with its first chapter of what will be an exploration of the mid-90's in the CG universe. With a mix of familiar and new characters that aims to explore the CG world by digging into many parts which myself, and my Writing Partner Makarov, had been wanting to do for a while now. We both hope you will enjoy our take, ideas and more on the series that means a lot to us. I want to thank everyone who has been following me for all these years from back when I was working on my side fic for Code Geass: Colourless Memories written by NSBleach00 that got me into fanfic writing in the first place. Of which serves as an inspiration for some of the plots and characters in Liar's Dice. To my aborted

Ceci Masters: voiced by Ann Hathaway Jamie Ramsey: Max Brooks- Howard Groote Batman Beyond Denise Duquesne: Pamela Adion- Pumyra ThunderCats 2011 Lady Belladonna: Kate Mulgrew, who voiced Queen Titania on Gargoyles. Latin Spell roughly translated into English: “Take your will and do as I said.” Ceci Masters was presently asleep in bed. However, her dreams were anything but tranquil. After she revealed to her little brother, Danny, about Lady Belladonna, she had a recurring nightmare about how they met. It had started innocently enough when a carnival came to their small rural town. However, they should've known something was off when it was called the Carnival of Doom! Still, the teens and their younger siblings had gone, mainly because their parents had made them go. All their younger siblings seemed to be having a good time. Even Charlie, who was unusually mature for his age, was having fun. However, something about the establishment had given her bad vibes. Her ghost