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To die—without the Dying
And live—without the Life
This is the hardest Miracle
Propounded to Belief.

Lord, fill my heart with Your love
Allow me to see You with open eyes
Forgive me for my transgressions
Take my hand and lead me home

Everywhere I've been
everywhere I go
everything I've seen
everything I know
is written on the walls
and burried in my soul

They say a picture is worth
A thousand words
But without the words
And stories behind it

A picture is meaningless


-Hadrian Veska

You will never embrace this life, unless you embrace yourself first.

History repeats itself
None know that better than I
Having lived with the curse
Of immortality

I've seen empires rise and fall
Great persons change the world
Only be ridiculed and forgot
Lost to time immemorial

After millenia of watching
I came to a sickening revelation
That humaity is trapped
In an endless cycle of destruction

I have seen the world itself end
Not once, but three times
And I can feel in the air
The fourth end coming

Perhaps this is the fate of man
Punishment for his grevious sins
Yet I cannot bear to watch
Such suffering again

Maybe now it is time
I stop watching these endless cycles
And use this curse that was put upon me
To stop them once and for all