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A slow burning coal of hate Quietly waiting for the chance to flare Wanting the rage to come quickly And sear the pain away. Revenge should never be cold Do not lose the fire of hatred that spawned The vengeance in your heart And the steel in your eyes. I had left the Game of Blades Retired quietly away, before I fell But there were those who wanted me back Not from friendship, but for the chance to destroy me. The rules forbid attacking non-players And are enforced more rigidly than any oth...

I am the artist, though I do not starve, I please my audiance no less I am the voice within, though I cannot speak, I whisper to you always I am the form that holds you close when you need love, that praises you when you do good, and whispers you to try right I am the form that sings to you softly, that caresses your cheek, that helps in times of need. I am the form that prays for you when you cry, that dries your tears and helps you back on your feet. I am the body that wishes you luck, and ...

See how the fire seems to come from the lake. There's an evil one there, who won't let me wake. A sinister person, who invades my dreams. Pulling the soul from me or so it seems.. Looking and prying into my life, speaking so harshly, tongue cuts like a knife. I wish I could run, I wish I could hide, But those evil dark eyes always pull me inside. Back into my dreams, where I can't seem to wake, Back into the fire, that comes from the lake.

In every man's life, there comes a time when you are confronted with a path. Whichever direction you choose will be the last. Whether you keep on the beaten way, or turn and lead yourself astray. Stray into a place unknown, and hope for the best as you go on alone. Leave behind all you've ever called home, and hope for the best on your own. It’s never a choice others will understand. It’s never a choice with which they'll lend a hand. You can never expect forgiveness; you can never hope to re...

The mood was tense, there were several focused stares being directed at the table as the cards were shown. “Dammit!!” rang out as one of the players was forced to declare bust and leave the game. There were now four players left, two of moderate standing and the others so far ahead of them in their massive piles of chips that they laughed at all the foolish attempts to beat them. “Fuck it, I’m all in” one of the players declared abruptly and pushed forward his moderate pile of chips,even befo...