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Mirrors in Snow Chapter 11: "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer" The aliens to fight were called the “Scrin”. Humanity had fought those before… not long ago, when the “visitors”, as they are also known, came to mine a substance called “tiberium” from beneath the surface of the planet. They were defeated then and they failed to supply themselves with enough “tiberium” and were thought to be extinct after they left Earth. Everyone who thought of them to be defeat was wrong. The Scrin retreated to regroup and now they would attack again. The magus in the Imaginaerum had told T

Never forget about the love I bear for thee. We will never fall for as long as you’re with me. Never forget the passion of the morning kiss, Coated white in holy Heaven’s bliss. Never forget the sight of the stars’ trembling grace, The smell of their angelic, emerald lace; Gaia’s hand in your sweet hair, Patting saints, painting the air. I can love you till the end of time and stars and Earth but still, I'll love you forevermore! Then there’s His eye watching us all; another story left untold, For the forerunners of Old. The closing eyes of restless wisps Will falter in your morning’s kiss. Black the w

Start imagining yourself Being in a place, A place of disgrace, Lost without a trace. Go and burn in Hell! I’m sick of your annoying smell I want my soul back. It’s not the time for a heart attack Go and burn in Hell! But what should I do? I am lost without you. I always dream failures Hazed and dazed, chained in your jails; Tortured, mocked, lost in your tales. I’m sick of love songs So I’m not singing for you I’m singing this for myself I’m trying to live through it all… Why don’t you go and burn in Hell? Why don’t you just disappear? Go, I won’t keep you here. - These are

Framing stars and naming them is like holding on to your nameless edema. Like avid, abhor the unthinkable and gnaw upon your nova. Just like we did when storms fell down, Just like we felt when our Sun frowned. But you were my dream and I wouldn’t let go of your image. Your linings lapped upon my walls made it hard to ascend… Just like me smelling the dust. Just like me falling to lust. A darkling nova and a bitter taste of sin, Will make love dwell high above the sunwaves within. Rest your head against her white flow; Embrace the zephyr; adore the nova’s glow… Let the rays of past erase and jell memories that mar

The lonely clock struck time, Time which in essence was mine. And we drank with gods of wine, Saying, whispering: “we’re fine.” And when skies begin to darken, He who called me fires shall breathe, From the depths he will awaken, And the horsemen death will spit. Believing life was an illusion, They chose to teach him how to kill; But they blamed him and raped his final creation; They obliterated his will. A blast, a Heaven’s light of truth, It flew through space, through time itself, It battled pain, it plunged through the blue, And whispered secrets to you, yourself… Fiery soul, blackened soul, Why do you

„I died three times and each time Hell was full so I had to come back to haunt you more... Always!” That could’ve been a night to remember, It should’ve been more than just regret. The infinite was reflected upon last December, Seeing me trying to forget… I was on a plane which crashed raining tears… It carried the pain I had borne for such a long time... No one managed to wash away my fears. And I sigh and mourn those memories of mine. I chortle in the silence like it once played dances of false. There are still traces of a powerful bond that my conscience will never let go of. Never!  I am bound to t

Beware the claw of the maiden of fire, Trench of toxicity and disgust. Inside you, a heart dies so dire, A soul is eradicated from temporal past. Inside you their demon has spawned, Inside you their devil arose Inside you, His will is forsaken, You, yourself chose to close all doors… Smell and adore the breath of desire, The pus and the cold intending to blacken Behold and obey the power of fire, The succubus will spark flames for to frighten… Evil laughter, demonic, sarcastic, Tainted paintings of spores and of blight, They rule the skies, their will is terrific, The incubus is waiting for you in the night. Thus they marche

Azrael is the champion of darkness and sorrows; The sword of the Fallen Angel only strikes once and beheads; The horns of the demonic spawns will roam freely As your word, your voice, your name torments. It is interesting but logical; You cannot keep it shut You’ve been left out of control. I’m not your demon, friend, I’m just the spawn of doom. Come here, take my hand Let us go and face the boom. Scythes, eyes, demons and pixies Words, papers, ink and ideas; I cannot see beyond this edema I can’t and won’t stand your deadly enigma. I was cut by your word I was raped by your thought. I was drowned in your wor

Speaking of riddles, may I begin? I see that you wonder why time is so thin. I have to confront and confuse contradictions, My son, can you see? Time is of essence! Speaking in riddles, so I begin. Why is your mind coated in sin? Why do you sear at the sound of disgrace? Why do you tremble at the sight of her lace? Your thoughts are thawing with your soul set aflame, Your breaths are growing and love is to blame, Your riddles are strong but mine are thus more, Behold! Beware! It’s the calm before the storm… You learned to die and I learned to live Soaked with her blood, your axe might still cleave, The riddles will call and as

There were times when I managed to look in the mirror. I could see lines of past and present as clear as the day. I know what nobody knows; How it comes and where it goes. Devils start to spark some questions. Is it real? Is it vivid? Is it true? How about you? I felt brought down and torn apart Just like my feelings turn to art. I felt glorified in vain, Lost and gathered through the rain. They downed me from day to day. Time flew by, nothing to say. Past is sung – insanity sane. I couldn’t pray. And so they hunted me that day. Just as the wolf takes down its prey, Just as the night devours light, Just as I blinked and you we

Daddy doesn't remember me. Daddy doesn't remember Mommy. Daddy doesn't remember his life. He's stuck In the year 1975, Back when he was fifteen. He still thinks his mom is alive. He still thinks he's going to get beaten For not being home. And he still doesn't Know himself. Daddy doesn't remember me. Daddy doesn't remember Mommy. Daddy doesn't remember my sisters. Daddy doesn't remember his life. He's stuck In his past. And suddenly He collapses. "Daddy," I cry Tears filling my eyes. "Wake up!" And after a while After he lies there, lifeless For over a half hour.. He wakes up. "What happened?" He asks. "Nothing Daddy." Daddy didn't r

I have seen evil. It surrounds us every day. Lingering in the eyes of the wealthy businessman. His gaze burrowing into your heart. To the recently widowed wife, talking to the darkness around her. What pain has been so crushing? So relentless? To corrupt the love in us all? We all have evil inside of us. Yet most choose to hide it. As if to turn your distressed face from the light. Tears running down your cheeks in the darkness. There are also tolerable alternatives. The burning cuts. The glistening pentagrams. The liquor running down your guardians walls. How has evil become a fact in life? As we all wait for it to come knocking at our door