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Parting Gift

The fragility of the deceived and worn may forgiven, because they walk on the path of end-times. The chasm between you and the others makes one thing clear. Forgive, but never forget. Forgive, because you know for certain they will get what they deserve.

If you believe that the ones who have the right to punish those who defy, should go through punishment themselves, or if there are nonbelievers who display the fires to be hesitant, prove them all wrong.

Give them Hell as a parting gift.

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Empowered

Definer

Amorphous

.......no form.......

Demi-Godlike

Exact

Shapeless

.......no form.......

Perfect

Identical

Embryonic

.......no form.......

Hold the truest idea, but fail to follow up.

Keep in mind the perfect vision, and fail again.

Know the infinite, but do the finite instead.

Plan the leadership and brace for the following............

.......brace until you are left behind.

Brace for impact, the rain, the cloudburst.

Tears fall in the rain as yourself are many.

You rose to the sky.

Evaporate

Transpire

Excrete

Sublimate

Fall with sadness and drown those who embrace your pain.

Rain supreme, become another's favorite passage of time.

Fill their broken hearts when they convey misery.

Form into their reflection, their image, their likeness of the ocean.

Become the realization and inspiration for change, you aren't shapeless. You aren't voidless. You aren't an amorphous nothing.

You are every sufferer's understanding as they see their face of the deep.

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Young Blood

A broken child with a heart of glass

Victimized by herself, a demon, Hate reborn

Double-edged blade, spilling blood from wrath

Fires from true embodiment of refocused scorn

Hellfire of Phoenix design, glass heart in desire's cage

One of a second face, prey and predator face one another

Brought down in flames, from waged war of anger and rage

Young blood of boiling innards, dies without her long-lost mother

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Pooping hard enough to switch current memories with forgotten ones.

Urinating with the power to ascend to the moon, but you don't have enough urine for lift-off.

Switching to one of your bodies in an alternate timeline after dying, just to slowly recover from another fatal wound.

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Everyone wants a soundtrack for headaches. What's more, is the popular bonus disc for heart problems. Or some merchandise for those with tiny penis syndrome, or awful amounts of autism in the one child who screams while flipping tables.

Soundtrack for headaches.

Merch for heart problems.

Food for mental atrophy.

The thickening of blood cells caused by mutation from fallout, due to nukes set off by the Russians.

Education for the crippled.

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Her Heart

Of all the times to look at him, she can't do it anymore without her heart feeling enforced. It's skipping beats for increasing momentum, it doesn't need careful steps. The idea is to stop running and just break free for the leap of faith. With her heart about to swing from the sleeve, there may not be a need for aiming. All she hopes for is to have him remember.......

"Floating in an endless sea of doubt that suffocated me, I couldn't be baptized. Could I breathe and speak my mind?"

Corey turns his attention to Olivia, knowing she's finally ready to go on.

"Fading sun rays became the writing on the wall, I was too late in realizing my mistakes but they don't mean a damn thing in your eyes. I was blind but you saw through the lightning storm. Did you fully intend to find a way to turn it against the clouds that almost killed me?", Olivia communicates inch-perfectly, or so she attempts. Even asking him, her questioning feels unsatisfying."

Purified by the concerning or tainted by what's seemingly perfect, it's one way or the other. One is more of the general public deceived for comfort but the other, truly feels different and unique to oneself. But, the latter isn't as easy as it should be, although it could still prove difficult. Corey has really shut himself away, memories have ceased to surface and it just seems her heart may shatter.

Corey can only care to share his thoughts to what she thinks, however, like tough love, a consequence steps forth. He remains silent. His eyes speak of another, albeit distant, intention, topped by hesitation.

She speaks and it hurts, he's lost and she's confused. Strong love between the young blood is rife with weaknesses.

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Have some greetings

What's up, cheesebags?

Greetings, fuck-faces.

Don't look now, but you're my bitch!

Aloha, cowards.

Sign in to accept your fate, douchebags.

Looks like it's time to rip your pants off, 'cause you're about to shit bricks.

What did the doctor say to his dentist? "Oh, fuck you in the mouth."

Hail Satan, or die trying.

Consider it wise to have a 3rd five join your ranks, because a perfect ten is speaking.

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Formation of Dust

It all begins within an endless void.

Among the eternal black, resides the instantly-born but already dying clouds of dust. These particles are what's left over from nothing, the everything of all else where time has yet to have any influence. And somehow, like the motion from a hand, the formation of dust begun to dance like a circling storm. This is what would eventually become the fetal beginnings of the galaxy, where all that will implode should result in the explosion.

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Sole Intent

Untrusting towards the lies back-seated by the deafening dreams, Epotheonis bears no ill-will to any and all that lead the path of ascension. In fact, it's essentially greed that cloaks his personality, seemingly being his true nature. The sole intent to become a god rips away any innocence and disfigures his perception of reality. When, in reality, for some esoteric reason, he's not fit.

He feels worthy and perhaps some would agree. He even has a cult's religion in his name, purely loved by the witnessing. The sands of time have yet to conclude his lifespan, as time itself is preceded by Epotheonis. So, to feel so different to whatever truth there is, or every lie that can be told, it doesn't change the fact he feels so genetically connected to ascension. This feels like a birthright, the reason why he even lives.

Epotheonis is a clueless creature of rage, a spirit within him causing all outbursts like stepping stones. Every doubt is every drop in the water that surrounds him. The mortal worshippers keep the moments of vertigo at bay, but they can only do so much before the inevitable downfall finally happens.

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No Such Flaw

Sacrificial pleas to a long-dead god truly convey the lack of humane sanity. Submission committed by the devout followers and it's not even clear if said god exists. It's not the doubt in my mind, but factual evidence that makes it a myth.

Eras of dark matter, gutted stars and sentient machinery, what is considered as proof that has thousands more throwing their lives away for a deity?

Greed.

To ask for power of a god, to keep it all and let the undevoted die out, it's a misunderstanding that greed is born, in this way. I am just one weeping eye, removed from my burning body, keeping watch of those who hate me. They hate me for knowing the truth they consider to be a lie. But, they're blinded by greed and no such flaw stands in my way.

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Akkala details: Part 3

There were a few sole members of his own family who chose to take care of his being, since his parents were killed in cold blood, by the Yiga. But, he wanted one more to stay there, to be by his side.

His sister, Sokkala, defected from the Sheikah, in favor of defiance towards the kingdom. The conflict he had felt at such a young age brought him into isolation, where he prefers to study.

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Akkala details: Part 2

"Facing your one shadow of doubt and the one shadow of innocence", Akkala remembers these words as he struggles in every step of his life.

And it all began with him bringing back the old ways of his Sheikah-kind; cruelty and bloodshed, for those who intend to place the Hylians through ruin.

In his most desperate moments and in times of dying sanity, a voice speaks from the darkness. It teaches him the concept of how sorrow should be met, and spoken to....

....The Sheikah technology was banned for a reason and that reason being, it could've been dangerous to wield massive Divine Beasts containing the powers of the Goddesses.

The horror this kind of power would've instilled if used incorrectly is awful. But, Akkala wants it back. He feels it wrong for the current Sheikah to hold everything back, because once he had learned of the Sheikah decline and Yiga growth, this became the truest starting point of Akkala's whole story....

....As the skies darken and the winds stir, the symbol of his kind has shed a tear since eons ago. Be it of salt or blood, it is the handle of vision and the symbol of treason. As his intentions mutate, Akkala stands above his decaying innocence to remind himself his gift is the eye of the storm.

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On the way......

A sickness, to us, leaves an obvious indication of eventual, but inevitable death. The message is made most clear when it leaves any one person sick enough to believe the time has come.

It's clear, but often, not the saddest part. The saddest part of it all is knowing we will be with the dying husk of the infected. A sickness is a physical premonition, just as it's also a stain of ruin and decay.

It's a sign we were born to die and we should suffer on the way.

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Moment

Tired of her friends, the bad habits, the unneeded drama and the risk of losing everything for no reason. Casey finds it much more fitting to have nothing to lose, by losing her friends and thus, losing everything without consequence. But, she considers it to be a win, rather than a loss. Or, so one would think, but she really doesn't care.

Tired of overthinking without doing anything, a walk outside just seems to be the only valid and valuable option. Plugging in her headphones, just to listen to somber acoustic tracks and step by step, soon enough, a bridge overseeing boats on the water. Her reason for being there is like a voice alongside the music and her isolation.

It's her own voice in sole focus, re-contemplating past mistakes. Everyone who hurt her and the ones she hurt because of it, are two personally different reasons. Everyone that hurt her, knew her darkest secrets and quite frankly, were the very shadows cast on to the walls. Her friends, however, each lived a life that showcased how much of an outcast Casey seem to have felt like.

Abandonment comes into play, as the edge of the bridge is an idea. Desertion becomes a key factor, to break away from those she can't fit in with, as she walks ever closer, cars passing by. Isolation just seems to be the answer, a way to cope with depressions the ignorant could never understand, as she takes a step upward to climb for one last moment. It finally comes to the point where she says, "Fuck all.", as she looks down, her music still playing.

Casey is overlooking dancing waves, standing on the edge of a bridge. Cars of all sorts pass by behind her as a day dreams. The wind only barely nudging her, but the emotion is gaining control. Silent and conflicted, she isn't sure about looking back or moving forward.

"The day dreams of a darkened figure in the white.", as if today cared, as if they cared, if anyone cared who Casey wanted to be. As if any day was able to dream like she once did. If there was any reason to daydream in a dreaming time, day or night. But, just like them, she just doesn't care, so...

She takes a step forward in life, to live the last moment...

...for the first moment of a new life.

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Akkala details: Part 1

Since he likes to study, he fully believes his kind, 10,000 years ago, worked with the lost Zonai tribe to seal Ganon. During the studies in his childhood, he realized his own tribe used to torture traitors with devices in dark temples. Now, it's his kin living peacefully and the Yiga is shedding blood.

In some location, it's revealed that an expansive torture chamber still remains. Inside, are puddles of toxic liquid with skeletal hands reaching out like plants. Undead clay-figures stand nearby, waiting. But the worst of all, an organic mound of white flesh stained with blood, lies dormant beneath the ground, in a room with walls of skulls.

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Light of Vision Loss

O, light of vision loss, allow me to see the other side. Blind me with the mass heat of solar, torch my cage and metamorphosize my physical body into ashes. Bathe my kind with your essence eternal, or leave me to face the darkness you create while behind me. I'm afraid to face my fears, let alone know their existence is with mine.

O, my soul will collapse, dear light. I can't accept your betrayal without succumbing to my most hated memories. Save me or make me suffer, let me embrace you and I may just accept the deathlight.

O, you are my precious hope and my savior. I know you are the Heaven's angel, a lifelight with the warmest grasp.

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To keep ourselves warm in the winter, I made a fire.

It pays off to have a starved partner.