Monday, November 29, 2010

Replicare

"The memories of destruction echo inside me
Now I am unable to run away
Trapped in sorrow, tied to anguish
Wandering in eternal night

In this broken world, stillness is scattered
A blue flame surges onward
Darkness of the night is buried in an inescapable nightmare
Confused hearts are distorted and driven chaotic

The hours of madness are cursing me
Breaking me, bonding me, that day comes again and again"

...No hidden meaning. Don't go looking for one.

I'm going to bed. Good night.

See you in the morning.

15 comments:

  1. "Nessa" has been trolling me, no idea what is behind it, I'm sure she'll visit you too. Just a heads up

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  2. Are you all right, Amelia? It's been a week.

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  3. I guess they got to you.... I'm sorry, Amelia.

    I don't know which'd be worse, not knowing for sure, or you spouting binary code.

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  4. I don't know what happened but I hope Zero is wrong. We need you, Amelia. I need you. You're the first person whoever offered me hope, salvation, so much as a friendly hand.

    Whatever happens, there'll always be a place for you in my heart.

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  5. Spread the word
    See the world
    Free your mind
    Know the truth
    He Who Waits Behind The Wall
    ZALGO COMES

    Spread the word
    For the love of God
    Spread the word

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  6. What can come in black, white and red but is always the same in the end?

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  7. Hehe, and here I was gonna say an injured zebra.

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  8. you asshole, this is sacred ground

    chess pieces

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  9. On a similar note, checkers pieces, perhaps?

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  10. And Maduin has claimed the final answer. While I tally up the score, you can all head back to What You Are In The Dark.

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  11. agreed, riddles really shouldn't be here...

    gonna go with Maduin's answer on this one though. Death, or the Reaper.

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  12. fuck....dammit

    why here

    why the fuck here

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  13. Whence came our thought?
    Burke was a Whig.

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