The gates to heaven, oh so delicately lined with gold.
Sprinkled with all the fine words of langauges both known and long lost.
Bound to stand here on the day of my judgement.
Having lived in both this world and the one of mortal.
I was born with a divine soul, people would tell me.
My soul was ages old.
I was bound to my final human vessel.
My last journey.
I had lived in eras of peace,
destruction,
terror,
and beauty.
I had been rich,
poor,
talented,
forgotten,
abused,
and faithful.
I was told my soul had struggled.
I had paid my dues.
so bound to stand here on my day of judgement,
I hold my head high.
I Am A Writer:
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
Why?
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and ev
Let The Wounds Be Undone by RecoloringLife, literature
Literature
Let The Wounds Be Undone
Let The Wounds Be Undone
I heal to just be healed again...
So many wounds to mend...
My body feels no end...
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Without pain there can be no relief
Last resort hope gives birth to belief
I knew there was always something better
I prayed for the days ahead to get brighter
As I lay in ruin
I feel my heart still beating
Pieces of destruction
Can be transformed into pieces of creation
Forgot about yesterday / I only know of today
The light sparks my way / Pushed the darkness away
Life is what I'm fighting for / You can't hurt me anymore
I'm stronger than before / The broken pieces are now whole
I wave my tarnished hands
Over my t