Becareful if you make a woman cry, because God counts her tears. The woman was a gift from God made from a mans rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from is head to be superior, but from his side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved
ABOUT ME
well im a good guy for the most part but im a fucking prick once you piss me off if your in a pickle it doesnt matter if i hardly know you at all i will do what i can to get you out of it =D lol i am very everywhere in my taste in music one day i might like tech the next i might like stuff like papa roach idk well this is some of me anything else you will have to ask
THIS IS WHERE SOME OF MY DRAWINGS ARE SOMETIMES I LIKE TO PRETEND I CAN DRAW LOL http://killingrosh.deviantart.com/
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Prologe When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end The goddess descends from the sky Wings of light and dark spread afar She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.
Act I Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess We seek it thus, and take it to the sky Ripples form on the water’s surface The wandering soul knows no rest.
Act II There is no hate, only joy For you are beloved by the goddess Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul Pride is lost Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.
Act III My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow No matter where the winds may blow My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return.
Act IV My friend, the fates are cruel There are no dreams, no honor remains The arrow has left the bow of the goddess My soul, corrupted by vengeance Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey In my own salvation And your eternal slumber Legend shall speak Of sacrifice at world’s end The wind sails over the water’s surface Quietly, but surely.
Act V Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return To become the dew that quenches the land To spare the sands, the seas, the skies I offer thee this silent sacrifice.