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Dear Sister...Dear Sister,Dear Sister...
You are very quick to remind me Of that half inch or so Which separates us Of that ever-important difference In our stature The difference, which makes you Taller than me And therefore somehow better
I dreamed last night That I stood a full head and shoulders Far above your height And looked down at you, smiling As a shadow touched your forehead And you stood, in that moment, Inferior...
But my smile faded quickly.
Good heavens, Sister! You look so much uglier from this angle!


Little SurvivorThe gods have shown their wrath Through the hands of mankind Through HIS hands Display of power, meets Display of terror Clash of Titan and Weakling Troy has fallen againLittle Survivor
But none were saved None came to help Screams left unheard, And in the end, Fading into ash and silence.
The city burns tonight One small child remains Clutches close the shreds Of comforts long lost Eyes twinkling with the flames
"Tell no one" Let it not be uttered, Survivor You alone shall know The destruction of the gods You al


MomentI remember that moment The one moment when I was happyMoment
I remember when Everything seemed right And time stood still And the memory Engraved itself Into my very soul
I look upon the engraving Of "perfection" Fingers seem to touch Reverently Will it be mine again? Ever?
Or perhaps that was all My life was meant for That moment Single point in time To be stored in my essence For eternity
And I find it funny That that moment Involved no other Involved no love No sense of


To The VictimsTo all the young girls In navy and white Whose prayers have hit The ceiling tonight Who shed tears alone And cry out to deaf ears Surrounded, yet alone And living in fearTo The Victims
To all of the women Who married a man In order to meet Another's demands With rings on their fingers And pain in their hearts The whole world around them Just falling apart
To all of the children Who can't act their age Can't play and have fun Living life in a cage Whose parents teach them A life full of lies While slowly but surel


Her LipsAnd all the sacred, precious things In all the fullness of the world Could never fill my eyes With such wonder and awe and delight As her lipsHer Lips
And all the colors of the spectrum Placed strategically and artfully Could never compare To the colors To the brilliance, the dazzling display Placed now, like a still and silent dance Upon her lips
Oh, let no fingers touch them Let no man, no woman kiss them Let no other eyes behold them as I do And may I be the first to frame This thing of beauty, this thing of power In my own rendition


Cosmic ConnectI can sense the pain Dripping from your very skin Like sweat from the strain Like blood from the woundsCosmic Connect
I can feel the sin and purity Ripping your soul apart Holding it together You are an angel, you are a demon You are greater You are better Full of power Power of the soul
And as the unmistakable scent Of pain and power and lust and rage Of pure unbridled ability to love Fills my senses... My soul begins to hum The connection has been made Astronomical and soulful and cosmic The connection Bridging the gap to
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I really should be studying.
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I see that you've added one of my works to your list of Favorites. I am glad that you've chosen to take that action; I'm honored. For what my meager sketches are worth, I hope you can draw some useful conclusions and views from them.
I see you've a great mind for matters of conjecture, observation, and poetic expression. I've no such inherent inclinations myself, but in what I can see of your work here, you've my admiration.
Thank you. Best of luck.
Thanks for the compliment! Said admiration is mutual!
Best of luck to you too.
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Do you believe in love
Like I believe in pain?
Seether - Because Of Me
Although my little project may be hazardous in it's exploration of his character (it's rather difficult fitting him into a more rationalized, interesting, depthful, culturally-rich Mobius), I hope others will at least enjoy the amusing exploration of his character. I've my liberties throughout (as it is it's own independent project and not anchored to anything but the loose basis of SatAM), but time will tell all things. I only wish I had more to time show them to everyone - alas, as we all feel of our own efforts, I am certain.
Thanks again, Kellyfox!
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