Wednesday, October 19, 2005

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Welcome to this one's small cabin near the remains of the Sixt Gate Shrine in the mountains of Kyoto Japan. Of course the Six Gate Shrine burned after the assult of Shishio Makoto! Luckily this one's elder brother Kenshin was there to save Japane from his beleifs of "The weak die and the strong live, thus the weak become food for the strong." Such nasty ideals... Now his soul rests in the belly of Leviyathen, the montser of the 7th gate of Limbo, "He who is looked upon by no one but his summoner".

Here she makes a living by visiting the under laying villages that are not supported by the ever fetil Meji Government as of yet. So in hopes of forming a better country, this one travels to the villages to cure the sick and heal the wounded for she is a Preistess of Purity. Have a look around her home, and feel free to read the newsletter! It's full of fun things.

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Thanks to every one from yesterday ^^ The answer was " A Child" Yay. now this poem has no real answer, she stumbled apon it cleaning her room and handing the Yellow Rose up she got from the bunch on Papua's cascet. The winners from yesterday are:

metal-inuyasha
Hazel Keys1985

And well those are the ones that gave me a real answer. Heh. Here is the poem now ok?

Rivers of Blood

Blood trickles down your hands.
You watch with little intrest Instead you look threw the rain at your victim.

Cold looks of fear on thier faces, stuck like that for all time.

Your sword gleeming.
The moon full
Your mind silent as you kill.

Your a muderer now,
But you think of your masters last words...

" It is follish to listen to someone, who will not listen to you."

In anger you kill the next man, slaughter you think.
You wanted to help the innocent..

But look at you now...Covered in inoccent blood.

The rain continues to fall as you think to your self, the heart of a child and a mind of a killer.

"Brand your self a murderer."

Those words echo in your mind as you behead your next victim.His blood all down your face from the rain. You stop and stare up at the crying sky, your gi soaked to the skin.

"WHY?"

You yell out as you kill another man.

The cut on your face begins to bleed freely.

Lithining and Thunder..
Rain and Sleet...
Snow and Wind....
You Kill.........

Fresh blood on your sword again, your heart is screaming while your mindis quiet as a ghost.

The rain finally stops and you've killed all the men...your sword covered in red lquid.

The war is over...
You're done.......

You stick your sword in the ground never to kill again...

To aotne for the lives you took.

A wanderer you shall be...

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Author Note: like this one said ^^ Its rather old. o.o opinions on te next poem? riddle? She is running out of ideas @.@ Well have a good day all ^^

" How great Thou Art"

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

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