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If I Were To Die . . .

I'm almost certain

No one would miss me

No one would care

No one would know

That I wasn't there

My death would be my own satisfaction

My SUICIDE

Mine and mine alone

No one to blame other than myself

I'd be happy

I'd go to another world

Another life

Not in heaven

Serenely not heaven

Not Limbo

Maybe not limbo

But hell

I'm sure hell

I will go there when I die

My sins are

Unforgivable

Inhuman

Mine

Heed The Darkness Within Your Heart

H E E D T H E D A R K N E S S

For It Silently, Patiently Waits For You To Lose Control Of It

W A I T S F O R Y O U

Do Not Shun Nor Fear The Darkness

D O N O T S H U N N O R F E A R

For With Out It You And I Are Nothing And So Much More

N O T H I N G A N D S O M U C H M O R E

It Sleeps Within, You As Do I

S L E E P S W I T H I N Y O U

We're Regaining What Was Lost To The Light So Long Ago

R E G A I N I N G W H A T W A S L O S T

Should You Awaken Your True Self, Your True Darkness

A W A K E N Y O U R T R U E S E L F , T R U E D A R K N E S S

Worlds Will Perish And Be Consumed By Your Darkness

Y O U R D A R K N E S S

And All That Was Light Before Will Vanish And Be No More

V A N I S H A N D B E N O M O R E

Never Again Should You Ignore It

N E V E R A G A I N

For Devastation Is Never Too Far

D E V A S T A T I O N

That Is Your Solemn Purpose In Life

S O L E M N P U R P O S E

Do Not Be Afraid

D O N O T B E A F R A I D

I Am What You Are And You Are What I Am

W H A T YOU ARE

THE KEEPER OF DARKNESS

T H E K E E P E R O F D A R K N E S S

Long ago . . .

Before great amounts of darkness

Hidden away in our hearts,

Created by

Anger

Envy

Sorrow

And hatred

Was ever so powerful

That could overcome you and your heart

And destroy you by turning you into

Darkness . . .

Was ever capable of happening

And far before our precious worlds were all scattered

By the very emotions we feel that turned us into these

Monsters of Darkness

There was a utopia

It was one great world made up of hundreds of different ones

One great big world, united

That utopia was

Mazanra

Along side of one another, together

Full of

Peace

Prosperity

And full of hope for the future

This "perfect" world was what lead to it's own

Destruction . . .