#azzazel

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woah….. bucky ocposting? crazy. shit never happens

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We are so quick to label people bad. But why? What does bad even mean? I mean we all know what it means, right? But what would you tell an alien who has nothing like the word bad in their society. How would you tell them what bad is? I think the only thing that really is bad is the label bad itself. We created a word, we put everything we don’t like under it, and this is all well; but then we labeled people with it, with such amount of hate. We put that hate on the shoulders of people. Living, breathing people fighting their own battles. But there is no bad thing just a not ideal view of point.

I believe words have power. We are not looking at a ‘bad’ people and say out loud what they are supposed to be. We make them bad, we make them evil with the words we speak. So if you read this text, I ask you to be careful, as men alone has the power to create with spoken words.

Beware your power

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My favorite love story

Is the love between Selene and Helios.

How they never stop

Chasing each other

On the sky.

How they never give up.

And when they finally meet.

It’s so brightly, beautiful

That it blinds the people.

By: Azzazel

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Spread your wings

Spread your wings, big and strong, fly far, fly high, hold others, fly.   Spread your wings Sharp and cold Fight with them Fight for those behind you.   Spread your wings Soft and warm, Be ready to embrace Those who need it.   Spread your wings, small and kind, touch someone, make their day shine.   Spread your wings, Fragile and weak, Fly high, touch the sun, Even if you will fall.

By: Azzazel

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Forever

Why fear death If that’s the Only thing sure, Only thing certain in life.   When everything In your life falls apart And everything You know seems To be false. Death is still certain Death will Still come   Living forever is scary And uncertain. But we can still, live forever With the safety of sweet death. Because forever Is ours to name, Is ours today.

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Coward King

King! we never leave Our combat format, we never surrender, we never give up.   Our Queen is fiercer Than your soldiers And you were fool enough to declare war on us.   We won’t back of Of clear combat, It will be you, King! Who will run away.   But King! even in your hide Fear our sharp knife, Because we swore Upon a winning war.

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Neither the broken soul, Nor the broken heart, Is a broken bone. So, don’t try to heal it. Because maybe what you define As broken, is what Defines me.

By: Azzazel

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My happy place

Ancient Roman ruins, the town of soldiers, the home of warriors, In the sweet land of Aquincum, Next to the blue river Danuvius, Where the sun shines Always a little brighter, And the colours seem To always be a bit more vivid, And time is, Always a little weird, Where old ruins, meet an old soul. There is my happy place.

By: Azzazel