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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 12:27 am
m y i d e n t i f i c a t i o n c a r d ▤ ▤▤ ▤▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ Kraye t'su Lyah ♀ xx ⋮ □ a g e ⇢ Indeterminate.
xx⋮ □ r a c e ⇢ Kraye Jack. (Nightmare)
xx⋮ □ p o w e r s ⇢ ~Inspires crippling fear in sentient beings. ~Capable of emerging from any point at which there are shadows. ~Emits a sound that brings on increasingly disturbing and realistic illusions.
xx⋮ □ s o n g ⇢ Vai Vedrai.
xx⋮ □ c r u s h ⇢ Su t'su Lyah, the Thousand Faced Husk.
xx⋮ □ s t r e n g t h s ⇢ ~No fear. ~Unrelenting brutality. ~Fully fledged folk legend. Though rarely spoken of, people fear her. ~Endless stamina and strength. ~Senses fear. ~Great at hiding.
xx⋮ □ w e a k n e s s e s ⇢ ~Fully fledged folk legend. Braver humans attempt to slay her on occasion. ~Sunlight weakens her greatly. ~Widespread nightmares of being watched or followed alert beings to her presence in the community. ~Cannot set foot on hallowed ground. ~Batflowers begin to sprout in areas seldom touched by light, alerting beings to her presence in the community. ~A disturbing fog floats low to the ground while she is present. Unpleasant • Uncaring • Boring
Her deity, Su t'su Lyah, created her out of sheer boredom. Her sole purpose was to frighten mortal beings, which gave the deity great delight. Sadly, the deity grew bored of her creation's actions as well, but never got around to destroying her or at the very least, telling her to stop. Her existence was brought on in the year 248 A.R, and she has been terrorizing settlements in the country of Lael off and on, in an attempt to bring joy to her dark mother, ever since. The only things the creation itself finds joy in are bat-flowers, one of her deities' most beloved creations, the clear full moon, fireflies, and sleep. ⋮ Zeda EnndSu, t'su, Lyah. Kraye Creator... Kraye Jack.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 2:46 am
Nothing will stand in the way, and hunger hasn't eaten for days.. Scrounges around for ends meat, then disappears into the fray... He hopes for a while, to reconcile the pain that never dies.. The ghosts of his family constantly gnawing at his insides.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 12:34 pm
Sleeping in the valley, valley of ill fortune Waking cross the river, river of delusion Full moon lures the waves, waves of desperation Empty hearts and mouths wither away
So close your eyes Slow your breath Dream of northern lights Around this dance of death
No abandones, no llores, busca tu rio No te sientas perdido Gira, vuelta y vuelta gira Danza de la muerte Que viene a verte Bailala
Cup your hands to her parched heart, parched and Broken heart No water here to drink way downstream One goes where the water flows and water's running dry So don't give up no don't cry, don't cry
Just close our eyes Pretend we forget North country dreams Twist this dance of death
Danza de la muerte Si viene a verte Que bailando te encuentre Bailando, girando Danza de la muerte
Spin round, spin round, spin round Vuelta, vuelta, muerte
Bailala
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 1:30 am
Along the coast, shrouded by fog A voice hovers, so sweet and soft Lure of lust, no one can deny By the bones hidden from sight
To save this sad, lonesome cry Sorrow fills the oceans wide Calling you close, promising love Letting passion navigate you
Into the arms of sirena Into the eyes of sirena Into the heart of sirena Dancing like ghosts, haunting the shore
The old ones warn, stay away Her love is sweet, but sorrow too great Dreams of leaving her curse for good Rise from the sea as flesh and blood
Still the wind carries her voice Fills all thoughts, sways your choice Drawn the fear, capsize the heart Till all passion navigates you
Into the arms of sirena Into the eyes of sirena Into the haert of sirena Dancing like ghosts over the waves Safe in the harber of her embrace
Bebe mi vino de amor Besos de kerosina Volvierdo el mar en infierno!
To save this sad, tragic soul Sorrow's worse than the tide's pull Sinking deeper, gasping for love Till desire navigates you
Into the arms of sirena Into the eyes of sirena Into the heart of sirena Dancing with ghosts under the waves
And into the arms of sirena Into the eyes of sirena Into the heart of sirena Caught in the rip tide, smashed on the reef Joining the mass of bones underneath
Falling in deeper in love's illusion of sirena
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 7:38 pm
You lie silent there before me Your tears may mean nothing to me now The wind howling at the window The Love you never gave I give to you
Really don't deserve it But now there's nothing you can do So sleep in your only memory of me My dearest mother
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye) It was always you that I despised I don't feel enough for you to cry (oh well) Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye) Goodbye... Goodbye... So insignificant Sleeping dormant deep inside of me Are you hiding away lost Under the sewers Maybe flying high in the clouds
Perhaps you're happy without me So many seeds have been sown in the field And who could sprout up so blessedly If I had died
I would have never felt sad at all You will not hear me say I'm sorry Where is the light I wonder if it's weeping somewhere
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye) It was always you that I despised I don't feel enough for you to cry (oh well) Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye) Goodbye... Goodbye...
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 9:15 pm
Teach me what is right and what is wrong, show me how to act and to belong Tell me where the puzzle pieces fit, where to start and when to quit
I think we might be having a little, too much fun
After all is said and done I will cut out your mothers tongue Pooshka to the gulliver. Gromky! Gromky!
Show me how the world's not black and white, how to tell me left from right Teach me how to love my fellow man, be courteous and lead a helping hand
If it feels so ******** good, then it must be wrong
After all is said and done I will cut out your mothers tongue Pooshka to the gulliver. Gromky! Gromky!
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 11:24 am
Somewhere beyond the sea somewhere waiting for me my lover stands on golden sands and watches the ships that go sailin'
Somewhere beyond the sea she's there watching for me If I could fly like birds on high then straight to her arms I'd go sailin'
It's far beyond the stars it's near beyond the moon I know beyond a doubt my heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet beyond the shore we'll kiss just as before Happy we'll be beyond the sea and never again I'll go sailin'
I know beyond a doubt my heart will lead me there soon We'll meet (I know we'll meet) beyond the shore We'll kiss just as before Happy we'll be beyond the sea and never again I'll go sailin'
no more sailin' so long sailin' bye bye sailin'... move on out captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 12:37 pm
Wow your poems are beautiful. heart
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 12:40 pm
kazuki1123 Wow your poems are beautiful. heart Oh, nonononono! They are songs! Done by Calexico, Akira Yamaoka, SKOLD, and Bobby Darin! They are some of my favorites and I just like to have them out!
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 12:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 1:02 pm
Aren't they? That one, Gromky, maybe not so much, but the rest I love dearly!
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 11:26 pm
I am Francisco Vasquez Garcia I am welcome to Almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the chochona We have brandy and half corona And Leonardo and his accordione And calamari and macaroni
Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say Adios! until we see Almeria once again
There is a minstrel, there you see, And he stoppeth one in three He whispers in this one's ear "Will you kindly kill that doll for me" Now he has won chochona in the bingo All the town has watched this crazy gringo As he pulls off the doll's head laughing And  miraldo! throws its body in the sea
El vienticinco de agosto Abrio sus ojos Jaime Fearnley Pero el bebe cinquante Gin-campari Y se tendio para cerrarlos Y Costello el rey del America Y suntuosa Cait O Riordan Non rompere mes colliones Los gritos fuera de las casas
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 12:40 am
Cara bella, cara mia bella! Mia bambina, o ciel! Ché la stimo… Ché la stimo. O cara mia, addio! La mia bambina cara, perché non passi lontana? Sì, lontana da Scïenza, Cara, cara mia bambina? Ah, mia bella! Ah, mia cara! Ah, mia cara! Ah, mia bambina! O cara, cara mia…
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 5:42 pm
I'll be with them asleep and dreaming I'll be there when they wake with screaming At the hour of death then I will nurse them To have a moment more to curse them Watch the maggots crawl out of them Hear the angels call above them Watch them as the cold air sucks them Down to hell, goodnight, God love them If any should escape above me Beg and cheat until they trust me Drag them down to be damned with me Laugh at them as they forgive me
Mother's eyes are sparkling diamonds, Still the moon shows no light This rose is withered, may God deliver The rake at the gates of hell tonight Yigh!
I wish that they could walk forever, On the earth, alone, unfettered Til they pray for consolation, Til they beg for sweet damnation Then I'll come and bring them water, Bring them hope, bring them laughter Raise their hopes so sad and sunken Slash them up as they lie there drunken Push them down into the foul mud ‘Til they choke up on their own blood Drag them out before their last breath To take away the mercy of death
Mother's eyes are sparkling diamonds Still the moon shows no light This rose is withered, may God deliver The rake at the gates of hell tonight Yigh!
Mother's eyes are sparkling diamonds Still the moon shows no light This rose is withered, may God deliver The rake at the Gates of Hell tonight
Mother's eyes are sparkling diamonds Still the moon shows no light This rose is withered, may God deliver The rake at the gates of hell tonight
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 10:41 pm
A Necrogen Scuttler. It came into my room. While I and fellow made a sign, of our illucid dreams. Come forth, come forth, and sing a tune of metal making song.
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