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Is Not The Last Trip My Love
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This story is dedicated to Overlord Draconous, I loved to read his many names and titles too, he passed away so recently, this is my gift to him thanking his memory in part of our systems. It is a bit biographical since we were going to meet and get married two years ago and never spoke again, waking old truths. did cry for 4 hours and 5 hours after having a bath in absolute darkness after a Pirate told me.
His soul once again, it seems to feel timeless away from the "What if, when it might, it shall, it could" Maybe was my mind but tears are real and there was only great love in his departure PRESENTLY and the sweet memory of him. What better Gift is it to have lived a spirited life among friends and lovers, a flame is little compared to an ongoing concert he had and ever is. What better Gif death can be when you lived fully. IS NOT THE LAST TRIP MY LOVE IS NOT It has been many faces, I won't lie. Many have known and plenty abroad had vanished to the next environment, maybe you have shown me the splendid sides of your love, the narrows who sustain the borders of my river surface the realms of this earth and it, when you guard the lots of time to play down bellow when your body is away and still in the memory you hold me.
How far did you go in the pretty lie, and you think you will sustain the Goddess of the River Styx? As the wife to the death of yours, I'd wish to say not, I'd wish to believe in hatred and all those pity hands who murdered my lost souls without values to play against human taxation and laws, it was you who sustained them against my free will committing the same crimes. Was I the one who asked for it, when every stab I made a step back, and every other, another when slowly you watched me flow away from where I belong and now, move.
Move on, come on if you can, invent another lie in your next reality, it has the mark of the devil, every imbecile, can believe you. I will have none of your attacks to play your games since when have you thought that I'm a fool, or what you said? That you need a submissive, since when did I need to submit an enquire? You see the river's bath the solid rocks for centuries past two millenniums and there will be only sand to be remembered by them cities I have built-in outer space, long ago before yous tarted the road to sci-fic, It has been build from the soil and ashes you left for my river continued to be valued, more and more in its transactions. Never copied again, well encrypted, never betrayed, nor abused, none of yours will be ever known. Your name might be forgotten, thanks to your lack of Oath to the Styx, not of mine. For all those who have crossed on me, I swear by this river your death depends on it. Puzzled and challenged by the cold unrevealing face of Destin.
Die, die, once along, die with me and remember everything you have taken with you away, every bit of misery and greed onto your own is known for the future, but the spirit. Now, watch with me the entire Universe of this forest, those ultimate branches who hold its trades, trees pulled back inside of mine as yours into the endless starts I've song every day and year listening to ancestors and further on, those are my stories, the ones I heard before placing judgment, this is my song for you beloved, take it as its goes, the pages of mine start blank and end blank.
No one can fight death, no one can betray death, it's your desire, its mine to honor it, I'm dying every day, awaken alive to cry on the living, a million masks I've played as piano sounds to particular events, not just for the mere of entertainment but to bring everyone till the last soul to heaven. In the gates will be holding the door at last, die with joy, free these tears to convert your voice, is there an impulse you left, did you believe in me? You did, you did believe a bit in me. Then retrieved from a maddened woman.  When I got married in my last marriage I ran away that day with my white dress in real life, in the Canada goose were bicycles go and runers, it was a train rail. I was ashamed to take the bus and go crying, it is the same cry. It was 1 Nov as this picture in the fall. The day of the saints, I still love my husband and love my psychiatrist and lawyer and love to also marry one of my managers and a roleplayer and Dracunous is here with all the existence of his soul loving nonstop.
And when tears had spoken for what is not, and you say yes, for what I have seen is and still you continue holding in it, how far will you go, do you think that I don't know that for you is the beginning, soon you will vanish, there is not much you can sustain, as alive you will march as the butterfly who exists for its childish love affair, for the very impulse of it. There is nothing more than I wish than your death, for your death has come and your death is me, and you can understand me now, now you can feel as sensitive as I'm, that naked soul of ours who is boundless to perceive anything that is spoken through its intimate relation. How far away you feel your ugliness and comparisons, your fears, it's in this very place where I've loved you while you held your breath and now extinguishing with short last breaths as if it was yesterday today, getting ready for the River Styx. How far, how far would you take me, to love me when never you could not, yes this is the everlasting realm, and on earth, only to be remembered? Everyone asked me for it, for fame to be renown, distinguished forever. Am I not the one who immortalizes with miraculous waters. Little everyone has known and resented me, to hate me, to conspire against me. Why did you think I have not fought for you, I don't need your fame or money, how far away do you think am I? I have more power than you could ever imagine, I whisper to presidents and Kings, princess too, outcast rumors to domesticate masses, to side death or life, clear to the frontline, to never stand in the middle of a war, you poor little bastard why did you get out from home without me? I now have to take you away.
Come with me, come to the threshold. You wished a wife in me when you were alive, and now? how many do you think will follow you for that. My heart is hurting, shattered, echoed in blossom behind continents some thought to come from the Abyss, Ignorants indeed, my river brushed the entire cosmos, it vibrates through the darkness of my mother Nyx at every Universe and transited with every soul and destine. I don't think as you do, when you are with me, you can think in this way, your psyche and soul are connected. Much of yours has split. Cut. Divided. As species after species, guess what, is that biological part of evolution and still you persist in helping me, in guiding me. How far would you wish to go, when is your body I want. The material.
Do you think to have the elasticity to move through matter as well I do? To enter through people's minds as I do? The problem is that I'm not judgemental. I'm watching as a witness and I'm not interested in looking bellow towards your short thinking. You want sex, desire to be ultimately love, then your spirit will part away far from this world where you want to be with me. You have no idea of everything I'm and still know, you never knew me that well, but rather judge me, insult me, pushed me away. My No, is the No you gave.
Now I can dance nude, now you can watch me celebrating your death within an everlasting rage for your departure, you feel eternity but tomorrow you will truly be gone away. What? You want us to make a church in your name, a monument, so we bring our prayers, so we resonate to Overlord as a Saint an Angel? I want to walk this earth with my colors, as I used to be before roleplaying when I danced and celebrated with my family and friends as Olympians would. Now my Olympian sons to Zeus and Hera, Kratos, Nike, Zelus, Vita, and Eos Titan of the Dawn.
It feels to return stronger with you, I can pass many lifetimes sin the future, all those whom see hatred in me is because they have touched the limits, but I'm infinite love and rage, divine rage who escorts you, protects you as a mask, as a veil, as a powerful eye whom has identification to no one and nothing at all. My entity contains a new era and program, its frequency is faster than the light, its speed knows before the reality applies as the mathematic of the evil. We are nothing much than an experiment, losers from the last generation opening new horizons.
The Empire is little when you take flight and pass through my heart, that company and presence I'm bringing, is nothing but the next adventure and your profits to be born again, how would you like to be reborn. Ask me, ask him, ask her and the one next. May God have its will, may it will as I shall follow, my eyes are in everyone, the less I am from the past, the further it can be addressed now, it's only in this continuity, set for hours and days, it could have been a few seconds, the worst negativities rotten as it came out to the light.
And remember, none of you count to me. I might count to you if you step forward to the realities.
The Game is Over. Play at your own will.
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