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It’s raining petals and tears this day, while blood ran four days prior. The never ending weeping and cries pierces my heart, as did ‘that’ blade, flows as much as the swearing and open threats in the air. The chosen color of this day is black, the same color as the sky, the same color as the void of death. This is my funeral.
A cry of desperation, it’s the same one I keep hearing. I can feel her tears hit the coffin as though it would hit my cheek. Mother, your making this harder for me, don’t you understand that? I accepted my fate and so should you. I can’t stay here anymore. I have been chosen, I have been chosen to fly and watch after you all, but if you cry it would only sadden me so please don’t, I'm begging you.
“Why? Why must it be my son… why god, why are you so cruel.” I heard her mumble as she rested her head on the coffin for support.

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Untitled (havent thought of it yet)

Submitted: April 24, 2012

It’s raining petals and tears this day, while blood ran four days prior. The never ending weeping and cries pierces my heart, as did ‘that’ blade, flows as much as the swearing and open threats in the air. The chosen color of this day is black, the same color as the sky, the same color as the void of death. This is my funeral.
A cry of desperation, it’s the same one I keep hearing. I can feel her tears hit the coffin as though it would hit my cheek. Mother, your making this harder for me, don’t you understand that? I accepted my fate and so should you. I can’t stay here anymore. I have been chosen, I have been chosen to fly and watch after you all, but if you cry it would only sadden me so please don’t, I'm begging you.
“Why? Why must it be my son… why god, why are you so cruel.” I heard her mumble as she rested her head on the coffin for support.
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