The Image of GodA teacher once told me, man is made in the Lord's image She told me I could find it out by going in pilgrimage I asked her, "Of all forms why did he choose this?" "If he is omnipotent can't he do as he wishes?" "God doesn't resemble us at all", she said "But why did you say he did?", I interrupted "God is only as what man makes him", she corrected "And man is only as what God makes him", she continued "They both live only to complement each other" "On different paths they will guide each other" "When both paths cross together" "Then humanity will have it's answer"The Image of God
Fallen AngelLike a shooting star she burned up in the atmosphere Because she was too stressed over her fears She now wanders the night alone Her wings scorched to the bone She now seeks a kindred spirit So that in this world, her ideals will fit War torn and wrecked she used to be a proud warrior But the return to reality has removed all the strength in herFallen Angel
This is the face of the truth that deals with the past In order to heal the scarring they have to climb a mast They arrive by the thousands, the fallen angels try to fly Very little succeed, most just sit and cry
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Ilanna
"Scratch my face with anvil hands, and coil my tongue around a bumblebee mouth."
Faile
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Ilanna
"Do you carry the moon in your womb? Someone said that you're fading too soon. Drifting and floating and fading away."
Now hurry up and get something submitted so I can comment!
I suppose the first thing I want to answer in my writing is why I write. I'll try to submit as many pieces as possible and you can be the judge of that. I appreciate any comments, though I don't think I'll be taking many requests. I don't expect to get many requests any time soon, either.
But it's good to be here and as long as I am here, deviantart will be the medium of my thoughts.
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