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Saturday, March 27, 2004


  
Of course, in Latin first:
profundus , caligo cavum of Abyssus est procul meus feet. animus of victus res exorbatus inops of suum tutela loricatus of bonus. Tantum ut exsisto left vulnerable ut a everto ira. Tamen does quislibet tutela? haud They wouldn't tutela super minor fortunatus. desprate cries ex suum writhing animus operor non motum lemma in ullus via. Tamen quondam they're traho in is vortex of formido , totus they have left es suum ego lacrima. Vel illud populus , secundum suum mistreatment illis in poena , mereo mereor venia. Tamen they vadum non take is , pro suum superbia has victum suum animus quod est tenura lemma abhinc sanitas occupo. Quod iam , ut EGO dangle supremus meus fortuna , tenax onto meus permaneo insolitus of vita , quirito ut totus animus EGO have frendo quod totus somnium ut EGO have pessum ire ut EGO conicio myself in locus fatum mihi. Ut EGO cado per obscurum , EGO denique venit ut animadverto , EGO sum non prothoplastus neque nec permaneo habeo met is fortuna I'm verum iustus alius puppet , alius pignus , quod etiam alius animus lacer seorsum per malum ut nos have succurro nisi super orbis terrarum.

Now... in English:
The deepest, darkest depression of Hell is at my feet. The souls of the living being stripped helplessly of their protective armour of good. Only to be left vulnerable to a demons wrath. But, does anybody care? No. They wouldn't care about the less fortunate. The desprate cries from their writhing souls do not affect them in any way. But once they're pulled into this vortex of dread, all they have left are their selfish tears. Even those people, after their mistreatment to those in pain, deserve forgiveness. But they shall not take it, for their pride has overcome their souls and is holding them back from sanity's grasp. And now, as I dangle above my fate, clinging onto my last strand of life, cry out to all souls I have crushed and all dreams that I have destroyed as I throw myself into the place destined for me. As I fall through the darkness, I finally came to realize, I am not the first nor the last to have met this fate, I'm truly just another puppet, another pawn, and still another soul torn apart by the evil that we have help unleash upon the world.

I feel torn. Someone help me. Please. I'm fading. Fading. Remember me.

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