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वक़्त तो रुक जाएगा कभी, काश वो यादे भी रुक पाती।
Balance ° Have you ever wondered what do Angels have that make them good? Or what do Demons lack to make them bad? When it all began there was all but one Almighty. He who created it all by a wish of existence. He needed more hands to take care of what he seemed worthy and Angels were created. All caring and obeying the cause of good with a hint of obedience. Then were created humans to be placed in the garden of Eden, the garden of Life itself. The Love the creator had for everything was now being poured all to this new creation of humanity. Angels are made from the need of good, but what good does it do when the perfect beings are ignored for the sake of mere mortals you ask? Emotions are born of course, emotions in turn give birth to the sins. Now as the great tale is being told, one by one from the sins of Wrath to Envy, caused the Angels to fall from grace to be something else. And that's how Demons were born. Bearing sins of existence now they crave War, for the balance is lost. I sit here seeing the Angels of creation fight for my sake the demons of damn. Who am I you ask? Who else but the human who sat there when it all happened, the first father of owe, Adam. It is my mortality which is stalked by demons and guarded by Angels. . -Griffith
Struggle . Rise and move struggler, It's not over yet. Pay for all the scars that are left, Use the last of blood if you have to crawl. Rise and move struggler, It's not over yet. Drag this coffin of broken dreams with you, Let the chains of hope sink in to your flesh. Rise and move struggler, It's not over yet. Claw your way out of this forest of pain, Bite down the soul that is left within you. Rise and move struggler, It's not over yet. You hath no escape from these creatures of night, For your life is eternal with endless struggle.
Call me when it rains, I may not be there, You may not remember, The running water will. Call me when it rains, Just like when we met, When I held you close, And none of us spoke. Call me when it rains, Where our bodies drenched, Your wet hair with a mess, And my glasses with splash. Call me when it rains, I'll be there, once again Just outside that door, On your cold white floor. Call me when it rains.
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