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 Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 5:58 pm
Pt. 1
Holy holy holy!
Holy is the land I walk upon,
darkness hides in the shadows I stare upon.
Holy holy holy!
What is this?
An assassin in the midst.
Going through the winding shelves.
Holy holy holy!
Looking for the works on spells.
Holy holy holy!
Hark the herald angel sing!
Death is hiding under his wing!
Shall he find that one in time?
Or shall shadows hide her knife?
Tossing now, her knife doth fly!
Aiming for his heart so live.
Can he make it through this game?
An assassin in the midst,
a surely lost fame.
Holy holy holy,
she takes those quiet steps.
Break-neck speed,
she tosses it,
to only have it miss in left.
Holy holy holy!
A spot of reality?
She sees what she has done,
she should beg at her knees!
Wait, what is this?
The evil rides inside.
No, she does not beg,
but curses the good inside.
Hark! The herald angel sing!
Flying 'round, the possesed lovely.
Unsure, her reason,
unsure, her whys.
Now she stands there paralized.
Holy holy holy, let us now ask why.
Lets take that silly girl downstairs!
That assassin in the midst.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 4:04 pm
Pt. 2
Calmly sleeping.
Dreaming of a flight.
Trying to forget this place...
trying to get by.
Bells are ringing,
widows weeping!
Does she remember?
Or shall she die.
Unholy recall!
Beckoning us all.
Wanting us to fall,
on our knees!
Try if your able,
to heed the call!
Throw all this life,
and carry her away.
Watch her as she wakes,
and screams...
and screams!
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 12:43 pm
Pt.3
Thump, thump, thump!
Listen, the footsteps come.
Swish, swish, swish!
The ghosts whisper he comes!
No! No! No!
Where does this man come from?!
Here-to-save-her
Here-to-tame-her
Here-to-bring-her
Home.
[The "- - -" signals a waterfall effect in voice.]
Watch as he makes of her,
a decoy to set her free.
Taking out the evil inside,
and bringing her home to thee!
One, by, one.
They watch as he sets her free!
And now they must fight the demon girl,
who attacks with rabid glee.
One, by, one.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 2:03 pm
Joyous remorse as I bring her to.
I took part of the battle and made myself new!
Now I sit her writing, in happy glee.
Here I am father, taking heed.
Life is so short, and needs to be slow.
But mine instead, has no time on it's throat.
Life in this Coven, seems exciting, and bold.
I feel, as if...I should stay...and be part of this home.
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 6:20 pm
Mini-Reboot:
Two years ago the guid fell still... no one knows how or why, but now we are finally reanimated. We have awoken to find we are not the only things that have been reanimated, though. Everything has
been... everything. Every fuzzy creature, every blade of grass, every mushroom in the kingdom has become animated, and they're dangerous.
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