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I did not personally write this. It was by a very talented
writer. I would like to share it with all of you. I think it shows life in its truest form

People die...
Beauty fades...
Love changes...
And you will always be alone





The reavers

We are the killers, the might that makes right,
marching to our makeshift deaths in faroff lands,
becoming someone elses heroes,
for this is the greeting begotten at foreign hands,
the reavers

We are the homeless avengers of the homeland,
baring our beloved image as a cross
because dogtags and fatigues are popular,
but the hard fought beauty of pain and suffering are not
and the finallity of immortality is something few wish to see,
we are the warriors who wade wearily
knee deep in the fallen flesh of others,
ending all who would oppose us,
and it matters not what we have done, nor what we do...
we are always and forever forgiven,
for few are made as we, born into a world of misery
and no one can grow to be like us, they will always have
their money, and their peace, and their fucking happiness,
but we, we go with the dead to rest in the abyss,
until we are called back into the nothingness and bloodshed of
life,
to kill the devil once more,
and want only for the affection of God.