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Kindness exist still.This morning I was confronted with the image of a black woman condemned to poverty;
She wore worn down clothes down to the very fabric.
Pigeon shit stained her blanket freely as she hid in a doorway in the middle of the busy city.
She reminds me that people fall often, far from grace, beneath eye’s reach.
There was a certain beauty about it all, yet heartbreakingly sad to see her sitting there alone on the cold hard doorstep.
She sat there stoically, enduring judgmental eyes and remarks, as she finds comfort with her pigeon friends.
Perhaps she chose to be a recluse, perhaps condemned, fallen through the mazes of society.
It matters not to me how she got there, it mattered that she was there, alone, in the cold under a blanket covered in pigeon shit.
I’ve continued my daily routine unable to shake this image from my mind.
I've fetched my daily dose of caffeine from the local bakery and with cup in hand I made my way towards my office.
Only to see a bus stop 20 feet from her
CrystallineI’ll love you with crystalline kisses,
Harsh like thousands of razor blades on porcelain skin.
Your inner nebula contends against
The torrent of my supermassive black hole.
I am but demon, devoid of human emotion.
A path paved for me; A path I have not chosen.
I’ll kiss you fondly with blackened lips,
incapable to fill this void.
I’ll twist and bend, but my mind twirls out of control.
Longing for miracles does take its toll.
No one imagines that just like a shark, I need sustenance,
Yet no prey ever seems adequately voluptuous.
Have I too often craved miracles,
too often hoped to fill this emptiness with forged affection?
I find myself alone -- still…
True Freedom... Is to be forgotten.We are all 21st century slaves
Only in death does one find freedom.
True freedom’s cost is absolute and unending darkness.
We exchange the light that shines upon us,
trading sorrow, pain, joy, love and suffering.
For an all numbing everlasting embrace.
True freedom is not to exist at all, not even in the heart of man.
Yet we live forth in the memories of others.
Eternally like divine celestial beings.
A tragic malformation within their brain,
a malignant cyst, I must ordain.
We’re but a terminal ailment, no hopeful prospect.
Once they too depart -- we are forgotten.in the end
Apocalyptic Dream - Mission 0 Herbs for MedicineAfter having read the missions on the bulletin board, Xarr didn’t hesitate to pick “Herbs for Medicine”. He loves going outside on his own, enjoying the solitude which he craved for ever since entering the Unity’s compound. He quickly went to the dressing room, grabbed his cedar long staff and concealed it within his cloak.
“Ready, for action!” He jokingly said to himself.
Before heading out he went to see Dimicari. She looked in a hurry.
“Eeehum” he coughed as to draw her attention.
“Yes? Speak up, I’ve little time to spare.” She promptly answered.
“I just wanted to let you know that I’ll start my search for medicinal herbs, so If you don’t see me around, you’ll know why.”
“Fine, go.” She sighed, glad to get rid of him for a bit.
“Will do, don’t wait up” He laughed an eerily calm and creepy smile at her.
After stepping out of Dimicari’s quarters, he moved
Apocalyptic Dream - A Short Fan-FicVenta - Goddess of Air and Wind.
Venta, the goddess of air and wind, admired and loved by all air mages,
was a benevolent yet harsh one.
she changed her mind often, just as the wind changes its course.
Despite being mother to all, not many of her children remained to worship her.
For in cruel and desperate times where mutants were hunted down by humans and their seekers,
The Air Mages were nearly wiped of the face of the earth.
Some of them took refuge in the mountains, others took to the cavernous depths.
Yet almost all of them were found and killed in cold blood by a xenophobic race,
a race risen from below the ground’s irradiated crust. Humans, yes – humans.
In the age of atomic bombs and nuclear radiation,
they ruined their own planet and were forced to take to the ground.
And in their absence giving hope and life to new races.
Mutants, Shadows and Mages, from which the Air mages are the most rare of them all.
Once the threat of radiation dim
PandoraThe all-endowed, all-gifted, all-giving.
A beautiful evil -- moulded from earth.
By Aphrodite’s grace, Hermes’ deceitful ways,
She spoke eloquent speech filled with lies and crafty reach.
Without evil intent, curiosity did force her hand.
As she brought burdensome toil, disease, sickness, and death to man.
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