it's so cold
He captures all in His gaze. no matter where i turn the eye is on me
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you think you know fear? every single moment He draws close i remember the years i spent with His hands holding My strings. every whisper of breath would give me away, if He couldn't find me by my thoughts
its useless
we are all His whether we know it or not
every move you make is one He allows you to
every thought you think is one He permits you to have
defiance and bravado exist so long as He desires it
and when that moment arrives, theyre gone
snrgherah killme
please
killme
Do you truly wish for death?
ReplyDeleteIs this truly how you want it to end?
No final stand for June, no last defiance...
a whimper?
I'm pretty sure that's what any puppetmaster would want you to think. So long as you believe he's in control, he will be... and you're right back on his strings.
ReplyDeleteYou know I can never trust your kind Rise, no matter how reformed you seem. But if death is what you truly want come to Michigan. Seek me out. I will make it painless.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand if you want to stop whining and fight then *go look for Konaa*.
DEAD MY ASS! Not only did they never find the body we're talking about the only non-Proxy I've ever heard of who could access and *survive* the path of black leaves. He's out there somewhere and there are only two possible reasons he wouldn't have come back for you by now or at least let all of us here know he survived. Either he's lost or he's captured. Either way he needs you to *help* him not sit around and whine about your foul master wanting you back.