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Let it all wash away,
the illusions that casts skewered reflections,
the lies that you tell yourself,
the painted smiling mask on your scarred crying face.
Let yourself free,
from shackles of toil that you wrought upon your ankles,
release the burden that lays heavy on your heart,
break the silence on your voice and tell the world.
The truth shall set you free,
free from the life you live,
and from the death of the life,
you lived past this point.
Be reborn in fire,
reincarnate in light,
rise up from the grave,
of your past days of life.
Live and let the truth set yourself free.
the illusions that casts skewered reflections,
the lies that you tell yourself,
the painted smiling mask on your scarred crying face.
Let yourself free,
from shackles of toil that you wrought upon your ankles,
release the burden that lays heavy on your heart,
break the silence on your voice and tell the world.
The truth shall set you free,
free from the life you live,
and from the death of the life,
you lived past this point.
Be reborn in fire,
reincarnate in light,
rise up from the grave,
of your past days of life.
Live and let the truth set yourself free.
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Evolutie_paragraaf 58.2
In een wereld doordrenkt met verderf en terreur scharrelt onze voorouder; de Oetrus Hamsterus.
Trippelend beweegt het zich voort, op zoek naar voedsel om te consumeren. Het jaagt op de Poetus Pompeusoes; een kruising van wat wij nu als een eekhoorn en een stokstaartje beschouwen. Dit diertje heeft de eigenaardige eigenschap dat het in noodsituaties opeens kan vliegen. Zodra het diertje (ter grootte van een gemiddelde vuist) uit de noodsituatie verplaatst is verdwijnen zijn vleugeltjes als sneeuw voor de zon.
Deze eigenschap maakt de Poetus Pompeusoes tot een moeilijke prooi voor de Oetrus Hamsterus. Daardoor is de Oetrus Hamsterus ook spoed
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49. Preservatives
There's something in my blood stream and it's keeping me alive. You could say that it's a poison and this is my sickness, but there's nothing toxic about it. If it were toxic, surely I would decay? I'm still around. No, it's not a poison; it's a preservative. It keeps me, like a dead creature floating in a jar of vinegar - only there is no vinegar and I'm not floating and I'm very much alive.
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Elf King Chapter 01
Storm clouds gathered within the sky. The sun shone through the single mouth of the darkness, shining on the coronation chamber. On occasion, the spires of the sages would be struck by a wayward lightning bolt, but no power came of it, it wasn't yet time for the event.
Sebastian sat in the chamber, waiting for the coronation. The last king was unjustly slain. On that day, Sebastian and his wife, Ilena, had been invited to feast with the king. This feast also served to unite the greater knights, Sir Nameless among them, to strategize. A threat from the people of a nearby land sang bitterly for their people and rumors said the heathens comman
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