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WHERE GIANTS ARE FORGED by Crowan WHERE GIANTS ARE FORGED

When wading through a blood red surf

High tide arrives at dawn.

The sand under your feet that was

Once a mountain will never be again.

The amber sun reflects black off of

The crimson surface of the eighth ocean.

Take a deep breath, dive into the black

And sink to the bottom, enveloped.

Embrace the filling of your lungs

With a mind to suffocate and a soul to burn.

For here on the threshold of life is

The breaking point of hearts and minds.

Crack under the pressure and be lost,

Persist, persevere, triumph and find salvation.

In the blackest depth is where you will

Find the demon to slay and the man to be.

From the ashes of your life rises the fury

Of your deaths victory over assimilation.

There is no shame in walking away

From life when it bears no meaning.

True personal satisfaction is not begotten

From the acquisition of unnecessary things

Because when you are dead your possessions

Will rot away and die with you.

This world is made to kill you.

These people made to devour.

Resistance makes them hunger.

Singularities make them cower like dogs.

Stalk this life with the proficiency of a

Hunter; viscously take down your prey.

Lone wolves are not lost with out

A pack their isolation and solitude

Produce a seething intensity and

A veracious hunger of their own.

Find these waters at the base of a great

Mountain where giants are forged.

Himalaya is dwarfed by the shadow of

This place; Zeus could not master its peak.

Darkness and light co exist here; there is

No strife only the toil of building great men.

Beyond this life is nothing; don’t hold out for

Something more spill blood kills foes and friends alike.

Spare none in your quest to find this land where

The strength that leads to satisfaction can be found.

Sacrifice self not for possessions but experiences

And memories. Welcome death with open arms

For it is all that’s left. The final beat of your heart,

The final exhale of your chest is where it all ends.

No white clouds or shores for respite.

Only rot decay and if lucky the achievement

Of a happy well fed soul.

This world is made to kill you.

These people made to devour.

Resistance makes them hunger.

Singularities make them cower like dogs.




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zoubairi hassan Says:

August 1st, 2008 at 12:11 pm
we thanks you for your visit to our humble centerblog, the blog of touch and rush
we are very sorry if some facts has ben chocked somones, cause who is in ambuscade has no choce, above all that we were in the thirds war vietnam we have crossed it with a loss of memory we tsill wonder who we are and where we come from, only with time we may recal evenements of this attul war, so very sorry if we don t respect the game of dictation that our master had thought us when they rob us from our holy land, some times we try to dream even without a bed, sory if we have broken the relativ red line , that determinists had advised us not to over came it,sorry if we don t repair the the brocken deck aftermath, sorry is socrat doen t welcomed the gusts, in his castle foned on the martyr s crane, sory if the nepal bombs has not left fociles for paleontology study, we will take in consideration all your remarks and after all your suggestations, there you will find all arcieves you ned in the mouths of cranes ,youwe thanks you for your visit to our humble centerblog, the blog of touch and rush
we are very sorry if some facts has ben chocked somones, cause who is in ambuscade has no choce, above all that we were in the thirds war vietnam we have crossed it with a loss of memory we tsill wonder who we are and where we come from, only with time we may recal evenements of this attul war, so very sorry if we don t respect the game of dictation that our master had thought us when they rob us from our holy land, some times we try to dream even without a bed, sory if we have broken the relativ red line , that determinists had advised us not to over came it,sorry if we don t repair the the brocken deck aftermath, sorry is socrat doen t welcomed the gusts, in his castle foned on the martyr s crane, sory if the nepal bombs has not left fociles for paleontology study, we will take in consideration all your remarks and after all your suggestations, there you will find all arcieves you ned in the mouths of cranes ,you also will find all testifies you need on the dark side of them graves
zoubairi hassan ben marley ben neta ben david,morocco land of martyrs and confidenc link to :zobairi8zebra.centerblog.net also will find all testifies you need on the dark side of them graves
zoubairi hassan ben marley ben neta ben david,morocco land of martyrs and confidenc link to :zobairi8zebra.centerblog.net
we are ready for a kalach misty crowna

zoubairi hassan Says:

August 1st, 2008 at 6:31 pm
we thank you for ahaving no will to remove our comments like others have done, my comments are not removed because it hold a behavieors disturb , but the trouible of the est worl still recting as a dominant on the world and this complex regarding too women, for anstence in emtionazl relation they threat by police, it means at last that this complexe of authorite not of superiority exist at two sexes
thank you once again our war in this front is ended you have all perrmision to expresse you are the authotity is n t it
goog by excuse us if we have disturbed you for those lons days
zoubairi hassan ben marley morcco; link to :zobairi8zebra.centerblog.net

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