Phoenix Johnson this is a post our son post hes amazing right ?!?!?! ⛤Amazaraks title;The divider of all roots. While hed look into the world as it would become something more, but for someone so less of the bark on a tree. Stripped of pride, stripped of all life, and wondering what was the forthcoming in such a trivial of events within the settlement hed be encroaching in the distance. Hed be a lone wonder, watching from afar, and seeing it like time had planted the investment of a nature hed not describe to anyone unless theyve seen for themselves what lies within. Hed remember his place, how he reaped the ground, and hate followed when every bitter moment of his time was placed into planting the seeds for those hatred to blossom like a flower toward his natural habitat. Bringing the forthcoming times to divide their roots among others to entangle them upon a single thread. Choking life as well soon see it end, but rather not viewed on the spite which could be something so easily brought down to your own knees in penance before his blade if you could not understand how hed work as a stranger within new territory. Spite, the silver blade on his side of the weight which he wielded. Imbue in the leather, and diamond which cut the sinners silver and gold trim. Something of value, and almost viewed as the jealousy which other people had for striving into better times. However another world only got better than ones own true nature. Fixated upon the kingdom, hed know not even the name, but more so interested in checking out what was to come with him entering as his nephilim form of a demi-god would be half that of his families bloodline. While hed look over, hed not classify himself a god, more the reaper which had to let death reap his fun for snitching on the roots which hed made go so deep into mortal man they cant dig themselves out of the hate they bore in. Then they would be reaped in such bitter sweet sorry to see his fun go toward something so easy in life they could have prevented. His joy although was seeing the peak of his nature flow from mortal man, and like the abyss wonder why we have free will. Also a reapers very ideals was the hate hed bring when the contract was ended in such a way to end what other people had begun. Its just a coverup, hed see it as the roots started somewhere, but on the bright side. The divided roots were no more than explanations among time which could carry toward the trivial of affairs which end the suffering as we know it in the price for glory. There would be a sacrifice, but hed be every reason to stray from the entity of death. Hed be the nature of a mans blood which boiled from the very definite possibility that wrath would follow. While hed be the only root which would be waiting to expand his blight like the plague among society at the breaching point of his path toward the gates. Hed wonder what heartless meant, a being whod slowly move toward the gates. Silently with his windy gale kicked up through a turbine, and dusty mass to step down around the soot of what would be waiting to grow over such an appearance of a male figment whod mainly be passing through. Gaining knowledge of other people, and for his own time to expand as if the venom poured into the chalice, and wine made a sweet taste. However the after taste was only a bit sour depending on the times that hed see for himself grow when the vine made him like a snake for all times sake. Waiting for the perfect moment, and prey to snatch up with the lightning fast jaws of his irreversible world which would only change with the peoples decisions to avert a further cause of a man whod suffered more than that to reality speaking. The very ideal image, and personification of hate which blew anyones mind was the hoe. A reaper whod plant, and rather than reap the words from the willing unless they had been on his level. Moving his blindfold only when hed appear before the gates with a corrupted mana stream of his own winds gale down anyone whod be near the chilly tone when his tongue slithered back into the lips like hed never let it loose. It was as if however it came out, and to tap aura of newcomers so hed be able to taste what was around himself. Hed be like the very siphon of other individuals time to gain over their own true self. However, hed admit, and if they didnt see whod be looking at them in a mirror. Whos to say we forgotten the very existence of his friend, or foe. While hed look with his ebony hair sort of lofting in the wind. His crisscrossed blindfold didnt move much other than when his left palm touched it to keep the placement of the winds from clipping it just as he touched down. The netherworld was not too kindly of a place, but hed ruined enough rags to wear than people hed corrupt when trying to get a good material from withering. While he did this, the figment of the crisscrossed lace exposed a green eye which fell from behind the point of interest. Only briefly, but hed be hiding his gaze as if the livid color of life, and life force was his very attraction. Much like the hate hed wish to extract from others in time. Just because it was a sign of his time to place in others for their apathy in the world was just morbid enjoyment to pity the faint of heart. Fleeting the existence to hold onto what they so saw only running from their eyes anyway. Then looking toward his long coats matching color over his open chest area, and marks as if hed been attached to the tree of genesis. In small talk, the life force, and of a object which constructed a being of where he came from originally. A womb his mother death, and resembled the very personification of the only reaper whod slandered the society in the timeless fortune to torture those whod try to escape it. Time was on no ones side, and hed look toward the blade upon his side. More toward the people hed associate with. Simply looking as though hed slip through a slipstream of mana, before enjoying his place to move inside the gates for enjoyment at the time being. Hed hopefully not be noticed until theyve got the time to say what little hed be doing here. His value was simply enjoying the world for what it would become in time, and not because time was just cruel. More along the likes of a curse for living from another man, woman at that, and child to give birth in such a way to his existence. Tapping his left shoe, and moving his heels striped line of green mass around ebony fold which connected at his shoes lace to echo through the midst of time where hed see what interests him over a time of watching society as he did. Not waiting much, hed simply look as though ignoring people at first, but would stop if someone put their hand in front of himself. Shrouding his head in the upper half of his long coat from the sides all the way down upon toward his lower kneecap as he passed.⛤
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 02:58:40 +0000
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