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Sunday, January 15, 2006


thru bright green eyes i see archways of gold, welcoming my sweet sarrow to the valley of death...
i believe that i would be a jaguar since they are quite michevious and unpredictable as well as mysterious. they are light on their feet and have fluid movements. every step is like a small dropplet sliding across a window pane, sighlent but cautious in a pretentious way.

with their fluid movements and genuine appearence, they are like none other and suit me very well.

growl... =^^=

wat animal would you be? not your favourite, not the prettiest, but the one that suits you and why.






to the valley of death, the green eyes speak, to the valley of death do fly. through the golden archs do sarrows fly over the river of tears that souls do cry. through immortal rains of the sheerest nature and past the siners torture chamber. flying among the tortured souls reaching forth for shattered goals, the sarrows fly wings spread wide over the limitless crimson stained tides. with the blood of a thousand deaths of hand, with their own hands doth they stained.
once across these cursed forms the sarrows flee with wings a torn, carrying green eyes to a land of death, past all these immortal frets. to leave all the inhumain torture behind is a path that is much more harder to find.

-an easier way to find death.
a poem from the hands of green eyes.

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