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AkiraAngel
AkiraAngel
F/This earthly hell
Alone they shall come, but alike they'll be Past the end of the world to seek truth within He who believes he's lost all shall find the key To strength beyond all earth or heaven The unmade reborn, the remade undone Battle-born through the pain of adversity On their strength lies the fate of every last one The echoes rippling throughout eternity. - The Lost Scrolls Of Garthurian
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Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 12:35 PM UTC
Elven Prophecy
visit me in darkness your wings hold me in grace protect my heart, my wholeness just hold me in this space in your arms i have respite the pain briefly i release lend me your fiery sword to fight so i can find some inner peace
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Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 12:22 PM UTC
- archangel -
we spread our wings in flight we are innocent angels innocent we are in flight we spread our wings
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Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 12:16 PM UTC
Angels
Across the space I see you I should not have ridden here tonight Captured by your eyes so blue I steel myself to stand and fight; Deny the pull – Turn away – Flee! Gasping for a breath forget the night within your arms Half-wishing for death or for more of your false charms Turn the corner. Breathe. In Out In Out Footsteps approach - In Out In Out In Out Nowhere left to go! In Out In Out In Out In Out You. In Out In Out In Out In Out In…
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Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 11:46 AM UTC
Captured
The gulf between us vast and deep as an ocean The air between us thick with unspent emotion The bond between us brittle - was once bright and new And my sailboat becomes a spaceship as I fly to you Now I’m blind in the darkness, charting the unknown Solid to liquid, liquid to gas, the path dark and unshown But I fight it, the heaviness, the doubt I won’t break through I leave my spaceship behind and float out to reach you Because a promise, is a promise, and you have my heart I cross this dying space … just to reach you … till death do us part.
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
The Space
You cling to the bars And hold tight to your chains Your mind blinded by stars made by marketing brains Working and slaving Never sated, wanting more Respecting, behaving Raising your spiritual score Right now, I am stating You’re lost on earth at high noon I shall be watching, and waiting, from the far side of the moon
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Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 3:14 AM UTC
Your Prison