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The Wolf That Had WingsHigh above in heaven, a great wolf can be found, with feathered wings so wondrous, he's talked about all around.The Wolf That Had Wings
His fur is like rainbow, yet very soft and sleek. A wolf with such beauty; his presence is unique.
Though he may sound boastful, this canine is not vain. A wing set of an angel; his virtues most the same.
He flies down from the heavens, each and every day, so many lonely children, have one with which to play.
Evil conquers many minds,
and tries to clip his wings,
to sunder them forever to s


LeviathanA leviathan of perfect form; with life and greatness she was born. Beneath her armored, cobalt scales her tender heart within now wails.Leviathan
Holy waters one would claim had washed her soul of all to blame. To holy waters now she came, in hopes to never be the same.
The half-moon lights her silver eyes, and holds its beams there as she cries. She is repenting for the sins she's done, that have damned the love she had for one.
An angel since her day of birth; her heart now lay upon the earth, with sin she never meant to make, that stains h


Awakening to PurposeThe first thing I smelt when I awoke the crisp smell of an early summers orchard. The land before me was teeming with life. My eyes were not open, it was far too peaceful just to lie down and relish the early morning. At least, it felt like early morning. How long was I asleep? In fact, when did I even go to sleep? I was too pacified by comfort to actually want to figure out an answer. Everything was peaceful, soft, as if I were of a feather mattress destined to belong to the royalty themselves. A thick one at that too, it had to be mile thick according to the imagination of my dozing brain. The surfaAwakening to Purpose


Piranhas In The SkyIn your world where angels fly, there swim piranhas in that sky. New angels born neath'holy shrouds, the devils swim beneath their clouds.Piranhas In The Sky
At time of rising every noon, new spirits rise on big balloons. They hit the clouds and its too late, the watch their hope for bliss deflate.
The children wait to grow their wings, to taste, to feel, to be crowned kings! Yet as they line up at the gates, these cursed fish have picked their fates.
Your world isn't heaven, it's hell.
by *sergey1984
by =-lildragon-
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~You plead to everyone...see the art in me...~
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Katarina's Page O' Wenches and Stuff
Kayleen "Katarina" Connell
Thus speaketh the wench!
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"men are all jerks unless proven otherwise"
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Christian and proud, baby. :3 What else can I say?
Strange how certain the journey
Time unfolds the petals
For our eyes to see
Strange how this journey's hurting
In ways we accept as part of fate's decree
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Just remember - if the world did not suck, we would all fall off.
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Twisted-Scissors did my icon! Thankyeeew! :'D
I'm Tobucatmon in DA's Digimon Crew!
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-Life is like a walnut cake,throughly mixed up,nutty and tastes like a bad joke.
Just your average crazy,computer illiterate furry artist.
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