| Survival Visualised by archtomato On Monday, October 22, 2007 at 14:44 Hrs | Minimum B.S. Ok ok, When Fortuna selects her agents; She does so at a cost. She makes demands in exchange for singularity. And if it is you she chooses, don’t blink; For you might might be forced to do something against your very nature. Suddenly the changes that should have been wonderful; Come to you as a betrayal, plunging cold into you like a curved dagger. It may seem cruel to me and you, And in all sense it rightfully may be; But the goal is nothing short of self preservation. Nothing more than Survival. ps: I don’t make wishes when i blow away candles. Technorati tags: Archtomato, Survival Main | Previous Article « Facing the music | Next Article » A Dark Speech This entry was posted on Monday, October 22nd, 2007 at 2:44 pm and is filed under Ageless. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
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