

Dramatic Monologue, Part 1“Joined eternally by She who cared to avert Your Fated Destiny- O Hesperian King- With vows and divine witness She quenched our lusty thirst. United by tainted Light, in the wretched womb Of Evil- O black cave! O a thousand times accursed! Enchanted deceiver!Dramatic Monologue, Part 1
A pretentious cloak you Wore—woven in red lust, Green jealousy and a False golden naïveté. Like the poisoned Eden Fruit, your sweet skin-shelter- Tempted my soul. To taste The flesh... Alas! for your
Rotten core. It held naught but Faithless hope, deluded Vision


British SavageryUnder the sweltering sun They cower before your fierce stature. In stoic magnificence you lead the Minions in a land of untouched Savagery. Your chiseled physique epitomizes the Malevolent strength forged in the heart of battle- The Heart of Darkness.British Savagery
Calculating eyes reflect rapturous Desire for an illicit honour; for the captivating Power. Unbeknownst to a world of crumpets, Disregarded by Lords (or, rather, buttonholes)
You wave your bronzéd staff in opposition to spurious Civilization. Such a thing- to be worshipped, to be enslaved, and to then relinquish all


Emerald IsleRush, rush, rush No time for here or now Always lookin’ aheadEmerald Isle
(Tryin’ not to look back). Roses have lost their scent for Nobody stops to smell them. Time flies by, age comes swiftly; Death comes at last: Time is a missed luxury.
Yet a land remains where stories take centuries to become legends And every second that fills the day is spent seizin’ it Where the leaves take all autumn to change color And roses still retain their sweet perfume. Here time enriches everythin’ it touches: The ale, the people, love. Here, a moment for a surge of emotion i


An Unanswerable Question?An Unanswerable Question? One might never know what it is that attracts such large numbers here. Perhaps it is the thirst for knowledge or maybe the intoxicating medley of scents of Starbuck’s coffee and book pages. But whatever it maybe, without fail, everyday the grandmas, fathers, brothers, aunts and students walk, linger or rush through this immense building teeming with information in every corner. Passing idly through, the young man notices the comfortable chairs, worn in perfectly from the thousands of previous bored children sitting to rest their feet whilst their parents shopped and the focused students studying tirelessly forAn Unanswerable Question?
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May the roads rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shin warm upon your face,
And rains fall soft upon your fields and,
until we meet again May
God hold you in the palm of his hand.
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Enjoy your stay on dA!
(crappy rhyme, but that's why Melz calls me the crapmaster)
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"Heavy, melancholic people are lightened by the very things that make others heavy, through hatred and love, and for a short time they rise to the surface." -Friedrich Nietzsche
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I am fine... getting chased offline by a sanctimonious Nazi admin-to-be. ~ Tetragrammaton send him hate mail some day, tell him his manga is hackneyed and hentai-ish and that he should burn in hell.
Love to you and Mel,
Jared
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"Heavy, melancholic people are lightened by the very things that make others heavy, through hatred and love, and for a short time they rise to the surface." -Friedrich Nietzsche
~Tetragrammaton *stitchpuller ~snap-heart
~vi2section :dev
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"Heavy, melancholic people are lightened by the very things that make others heavy, through hatred and love, and for a short time they rise to the surface." -Friedrich Nietzsche
~Tetragrammaton *stitchpuller ~snap-heart
~vi2section :dev
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