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The blue sea, so beautiful in my eyes
Full of love, and mystery
The waves crash upon the shore
Telling me a story, as I sit
Upon the sandy beach

Close my eyes, and wait for the voice
I wait, and wait, and wait
Finally it comes, a smooth and soothing voice
Telling me a tale of two lovers
Forbidden love, impossible
There is always a way

I open my eyes
The waves had grabbed at my feet
Pulling me towards themselves
I am helpless
They are too strong
I feel my will washing away,
up onto the shore, as if it were only a rock
Tossed around, without a care

All hope is lost,
I am drowning, in beauty?
Nay, I could not drown in that
Or could I?
It is beauty that makes society crazy
But out here, I thought it to be calm
The story took a strange twist
Love grows in the heart,
too strong.
Then one must draw a sword,
to kill the voice that has always been inside.

I am drowned in the beauty
and love of the world.
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well...just wrote...its not really anything.

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:icontempestasrex:
Not as all over the place as you told me it was. It seems to basically be a warning for trusting beauty lest it steal you away and draw you into its depths.

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"Ye preachers of equality, the tyrant frenzy of impotence crieth thus in you for "equality": your most secret tyrant longings disguise themselves thus in virtuous words!
:icononly-hurts-me-more13:
yeah that is what I was going for but I just don't like it. Soo....yeah. :(

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*The Only One Who Can Heal My Wounds
Is The One Making Them Deeper*
:iconflamingfigures:
I think it's great ^^
:icontempestasrex:
The artist is usually the hardest to please with thier own works. If that makes less sense than I intended it to, I am sorry, i have been an insomniac lately and am really tired :P

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"Ye preachers of equality, the tyrant frenzy of impotence crieth thus in you for "equality": your most secret tyrant longings disguise themselves thus in virtuous words!
:icononly-hurts-me-more13:
thanks :)

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*The Only One Who Can Heal My Wounds
Is The One Making Them Deeper*
:icononly-hurts-me-more13:
iiitssss okayy :)
It makes sense. I have been told that over and over and over again in my lifetime. And still I would like to please myself with at least one piece of my work. Really.

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*The Only One Who Can Heal My Wounds
Is The One Making Them Deeper*
:icontempestasrex:
The day you are truely pleased with your work is the last day you grow as an artist. =P I am pretty sure that is the way it works at least. :P

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"Ye preachers of equality, the tyrant frenzy of impotence crieth thus in you for "equality": your most secret tyrant longings disguise themselves thus in virtuous words!
:icononly-hurts-me-more13:
aah, I see I see. Sounds like a bad thing :(

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*The Only One Who Can Heal My Wounds
Is The One Making Them Deeper*
:icontempestasrex:
Not really, it is a good thing. Like why should someone set their gols to the top of the mountain when there is so much beyond it, attainable or not. One can only do so much and one should always want to do more until one has given up on doing any more

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"Ye preachers of equality, the tyrant frenzy of impotence crieth thus in you for "equality": your most secret tyrant longings disguise themselves thus in virtuous words!

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