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The Reaper's LootOf war, of war this day I write,
Of battle and blood that is shed in the night,
Of cries and screams of blood and pain,
I wish this night to become day's light.

The pain, the pain of the killing pursuit,
The scars etched upon berserker brutes,
The hate and fear of fire and lead,
I see the fruit of the reaper's loot.

Oh fire, oh fire and destruction's start,
Oh copper and lead seeking the foes' hearts,
Oh flesh and bone you sought to rend,
And as their souls depart,

The devil sees your new art.

Love's Cold WhisperNot a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
Though alone I walk,
I feel the cost,
And every day, I'm chilled by frost.

And every year, the thoughtful few
Sing to me to lessen my pain,
It never cleans,
My soul's blood stain,
And soft sweet voices become my bane.

And every life I've lived as yet
Has seen me walk alone.
And even the radiant light
The sun has shown
Can do nothing to warm my bones.

To Be, To Be, CarefreeCarefree, carefree I wish to be,
I long to be with her.
She'll teach my heart just how to see,
I'll be her perfect sir.
I'll learn of love in her embrace,
And then succumb to her sweet grace,
I'll learn of love,
I'll learn of love,
I'll see the love upon her face,
Oh, carefree, carefree, carefree.

Carefree, carefree, I do foresee
A lifetime at her side.
And in my heart, so much new glee,
I feel I must have died.
I'll fight no more for I am caught,
See me now, a Gordian knot,
I'll fight no more,
I'll fight no more,
What more have I to give to thought?
Oh, carefree, carefree, carefree.

To be carefree, it is my dream,
And fi

Ask Me to Describe AutumnAsk me to write of Autumn.
Ask me to describe an Autumn's day.
The breeze blows out the leaves throughout
Beneath the branches' lazy sway.

You've asked me to describe Autumn,
I'll show Autumn's red monsoon.
In frost-strewn fields, the surface yields
Beneath the burning harvest moon.

Of amber Autumn do I write,
And of earthy Autumn's sigh,
Of winds as crisp as winter's wisps
Which dream of warmth before they die.

Between the SilenceThere is a silence between night and day,
There is a light between the stars in the sky,
And the magic of the moon has its own way,
A wild and unpredictable lie.
The sun sheds tears as I fight,
Living my life on blood staining the sand.
Those beautiful sun-drops give off wonderful light,
And I catch them in my hand,
Afraid to let them go
Afraid to stain the beauty with decay.
I watch the battle flow,
And I see the slain men who might live on to this day.
The grains of sand take on an eerie quality,
The color fades to white,
Yet, because of my fidelity,
I continue my fight.
Blood falls from my hands
And yet again,
It stains t

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Only PainThe dreadful depths call out to me
From a distant dark in the back of my mind,
A bottomless black I cannot flee,
A ponderous pit I thought was behind.

Eldritch eyes watch from the walls,
Laughing or lamenting, I cannot tell,
My sorrowful sobbing resonates in the halls,
In the deathless depths of this newfound Hell.

This Hell, 'tis no fiery blaze,
It is a horrible cold which seems to sear,
This Hell is a meandering maze,
A labyrinth which seems to feed upon my fear.

The tortuous terror is eternal,
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I have looked upon the illustrious infernal,
And incoherence is near though I am sane.

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Steven LimerickThere once was this guy named Steven,
He wasn't entirely even,
Friends could not call him odd
So he ate a raw cod
And said, "You'd best start believin!"

No LongerI am not comfortable with what was,
But I'll say it anyway,
If only because,
No longer am I that child.

I am no longer the child
Of that trashy white trailer,
Or that hot tin roof that had no style,
Or that rotted porch that swayed with each of my steps.

And no longer will I have to see,
The one eyed baby doll or the dying oak tree.

No longer will I put on my father's dirty socks,
Or run on heated tarmac to get away,
No longer must I hear those horrible clocks,
Making fun of the time I spent hidden and in the dark.

No longer will I jump in fright
As the roaches flee from my light.

And I knew aid from only one,
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Summer StormsGorgeous summers,
And the fall of beauty,
Symphony for light,
Whispering,
Dreaming of storms gone,
Storms which crushed the void.
In delirious moments of languid dreams,
A moment,
Is like a shadow,
Full of life,
Creeping through our sordid souls.

HouseThis old house I see,
This old and broken thing,
This thing of planks and holes and leaks,
This house is one I wish to keep.

An old and broken thing,
I will make it new;
This house is one I wish to keep,
My home which I love anew.

I will make it new,
This thing of planks and holes and leaks,
My home which I love anew,
This old house I see.

A Battle I Will WinThese things are things I must regret
The cold, the quiet, the death I flee
And fear not that I forget
For I'll always remember why I am here.
Some things will never change
And I am but one, one always the same,
And these things I must regret seem strange
For am I the one to blame
As death stalks nearer and nearer?
With the croak of a crow,
The call of a raven, and the trumpets which herald
The coming of one to whom I am inferior.
And with that which will inevitably come,
I will face myself,
And wage the fiercest of battles.
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This is a battle I must win.
This is a battle I will win.

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Falling for Autumn stampby ~Mordial33

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This is my first stamp! I was born in Autumn, or Fall as some people call it. Anyway, this stamp can be used by anyone who was born in Autumn/Fall, loves Autumn/Fall, or loves this stamp in general. (I made the frames with MS Paint, and animated them with GIMP!)

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~Si1verwing Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Cool! Yet one more stamp to go in my huge collection of stamps. I collect WAY too many stamps. XD

~Mordial33 Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Check out my Darth Vader one! It is a bit choppy but it is still kind of funny!

~Si1verwing Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Okay.

~EllieTheSheephead Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I used to jump into leaf piles when I was a kid! ah, great times!
((what am I saying I still do that...))
I like this stamp a lot!

~Mordial33 Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks! And I'm glad you like it!

I would jump in more piles of leaves mysel, however, there are thousands of red little problems called Trombiculidae. Otherwise known as chiggers, berry bugs, or harvest mites. We get a lot of them around the Croatan national forest.