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~MaristellaLeandrin's Gallery


Fausse le Ciel They found the weary wings and clipped them.~ An extract from Fausse le Ciel
They saw the enchanted light made dim.
Until the world is swallowed by night, not a child will be allowed to reach their might.
There is a sad song sung by the sea
about mornings old that told of a beautiful horizon.
These championed by new angels freshly conjured by the dawn of life.
Now, everything must change.
Our loyalty must be devoted to those without color.
Or suffer being struck from the pages of history.
"There is a sad song sung by the sea
about mornings old that told of a beautiful horizon.
These championed by new angels freshly conjured by the dawn of life."


Of Charity and Survival That first day you were ever here~ An extract from Of Charity and Survival
You knew from the get-go
The flowers that wilt
Will be watered.
All the children
Guarded from the unforgiving gale.
Dig deep, and remember
Those dreams you once had of a happy people.
Not one without a rosy cheek
Or a warm stomach.
The piercing gaze of necessity incarnate
hovers just beyond our perception.
Not a peep we must make
Lest our lives be undone
In the name of selfishness.
We are not you.
But, you are we.
United, we are God itself.
United, we are a certainty. Certain mediocrity.
There are those that beg for lower taxes
There are those that beg for clean water.
If you will pose fo
"There are those that beg for lower taxes
There are those that beg for clean water.
If you will pose for your portrait
On the corpses of millions
You seal the devil's contract"


My best Palahniuk impression One day we switch from milk to soda and it's over.~ An extract from My best Palhniuk impression
Just like that.
We start opening ourselves up and slowly pulling out everything that ever made us human.
Maybe sometimes we can find a moment between ourselves and our memories and wonder where the joy and fascination went, because we weren't paying enough attention when we did it.
Then, with the alcohol carrier of our choice or someone else's, we celebrate the completion of our self-purging. As if the raising of some great monument. In the name of emotional ignorance.
The same people who shun the senselessness and immaturity of video-games spend morning, noon and night learning, develop
"We start opening ourselves up and slowly pulling out everything that ever made us human.
Maybe sometimes we can find a moment between ourselves and our memories and wonder where the joy and fascination went, because we weren't paying enough attention when we did it."
~craazhy's Gallery

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