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• 2004-05-05
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• metal collecter
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• Nazo or what most of my friends call me...Dracula..

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• pulling myself apart for others, achieving peace with myself
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• 5, ( sailormoon 1st aired)
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• descendents of darkness, tsubasa,chrono crusade, FMA, rurouni kenshin,fruits basket,naruto,trigun, full moon,aria,ghost in the shell, clamp works, and others
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• collect even more manga, and rid the world of my misfortunate cousin
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Sunday, March 5, 2006

Hourglass of the shattered heart
The glass shines under the flurescent torches
Demons gaurd the beautifully mysterious gate
Curiosity draws the stained innocents near
Beware the lore of this sacred area
The shadows of moonlight crawl here
They wait in shrouded anticipation to taste the black blood of the damned

Depressionist come my way and draw out the mistress that schemes for a suicided wife
In the midst of the young night a body a lays adrift in the rivers of time... this scene bends and twists the subconcious of the young

A storyteller spins tales of the deep in the shrouds of silver moonlight
Will he ever remind us of the Shaman`s existence I don`t know.
Nostadame, its gothic air still lingers as the soul of it`s cruel prince as he chants into the silence

Heartless, the mistress sins out spells of the criminal mind enflaming us all in her apocalyptic prowress.

I return to my seat at the devil`s poison altar, watching the universe, through the looking glass of my soul
This quiet silence gives me no remorse, I enter back to the chamber...
Past the demons,near the shadows, by the side of the mistress, toward the depressionist.....
After the storyteller, I forever stay

In this carefully guarded chamber of my barren soul
Which lies the hourglass of the shattered heart
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