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Entry 1
Benedicta et Damnatis
Blessing at the verge of solitude
Crawling inside the magnitude
Howling on the middle of fortitude
For the souls that already departed
Hunger for the soulless body
Thirst for the savior
Summoned the aggressive behavior
In the living hell of water and sun
The world is smooth at the beginning
Yet, it crumbled and ruined in a short minutes
Love was shattered, city was demolished
The castles of their life are destroyed
Once the window of heaven is opened
The hand of His were giving out the blessing
As the powerless being were obstructed
The widow in black was whining
Will the sun rise once more?
Or it was damned to eternity by Him?
Forsaken by the Mighty One
Their spirits don’t drowned like the sun
So many losses yet so many gains
They dissolved and they reformed
They’re unknown yet well known
Benedictus maledicunt
As the bird flies by
Another wave of terror comes
Trying to rip their hope again
Yet, it failed once more
Their steps in that twilight are damned
Followed a speck of light
They began to get through the damnation
And running toward the blessing at the dawn
So many cares for them
Which make them smile inside the damnation
Yet, many exploited their condition
And make them cry upon his blessing
Losing the signature of the life
Frowned and drowned
Embedded by the piece of wasteland
Dwindled and wrinkled
Their life were fading away as the water splashed
Inside this solitude they fell on their knees
Closing their eyes and clenched their hands
Pray for the blessing toward their beloved kingdom
Pray for Kingdom of the Sun
Entry 2
The snow was thick on the grass, and as he stood and watched on, she drifted about, staring at the white expanse in wonder, looking up at the flakes of snow falling softly onto her face. Using her hands, covered by mittens, she scooped a handful of snow, throwing it in the air and laughing in delight as the cold flakes touched the bare skin of her face and neck. Watching in the distance, he was amazed by her beauty.
He could hear a relaxing piano melody playing from the diner beside the park. It seemed to echo her movements, weaving about the notes playfully as she waved her arms in the air. As the clouds drifted in the sky, he felt a breeze blow. She felt it too, and recoiled in cold. She turned to him, waving.
"Hey, I'm getting tired!" she called out.
"Let's find a seat, then," he replied.
They found a bench in the middle of the park, covered in snow. He used his hands to sweep the snow away, and she sat down. They both looked around, enjoying the winter scenery. She stretched out her hands and sighed, looking at her breath mist in the cold air.
"Winter is so beautiful," she mused aloud.
"It sure is," he concurred.
"I wish it could last forever," she continued wistfully.
He put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "It can last forever."
"How?"
He was stuck trying to find a decent answer, and when she realized this she chuckled.
"You're always like that, answering without thinking first," she remarked.
"I am?"
"Yeah," she replied, and she took his hand on her shoulder and placed it on her cheek. He could feel the roughness of her face through the cotton of his mittens.
"Your hand's so warm..." she said dreamily. "Do you remember the first time we met?"
"How could I forget?"
"Yeah. I remember it like it was yesterday."
"Well, it wasn't too long ago."
"Oh, you flatter me."
She looked up at the white sky, still grasping his hand on her cheek.
"When I saw you, I knew you'd be different," she said out loud.
"Different? How so?"
"Well, I had a... different... feeling about you, like you were special."
"What a cliche."
She giggled. "I was attracted to you then."
"You were? How?" he asked.
"Do I have to make myself any clearer than that?" she questioned in playful exasperation.
"Well, it helps to clarify things."
"Okay, then," she said, turning to face him. Their faces were close, almost touching, and he could see his reflection in her large eyes bordered by crow feet. She held up his wrinkled hands in hers.
"I love you," she said clearly.
"It's been fifty years," he said gladly, feeling a single tear drip down his eye. He ran his hand through her white hair, once a vibrant brown, and she found solace in his touch. She looked at him again, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“You don't need to be so emotional,” he commented with a grin.
“I know...” she said, wiping the tears away. “It's just... I'm so happy we've gone through this together.”
“Me too.”
He held her shoulders, and they shared a tender kiss, two old people sitting on a bench in a park, just like teenagers. He stopped, and saw that her face was vibrant again. He smiled.
“Happy golden anniversary, my dear wife.”
Entry 3
From a pagan dream
There are many things I have said,
Many more I want to say,
But is not what I meant,
They spill out from my mouth
I crave for pardon,
But I don’t receive it,
I ask for forgiveness,
But I don’t deserve it
All of this,
Just starts to see,
As if it was emerged,
From a pagan dream
I try to speak out,
When I say “go away”,
What I really mean,
Is “come here please”
I am just driven by impulse,
Driven out to fear,
But I just feel this are,
Illusions from a pagan dream
Someday I’ll ask forgiveness,
But for now I just think,
How to ask for it,
How to fix what I’ve done
I am a pacifist humble,
Driven by dragon might,
Wanting to become a knight,
That could pay you back
Your kindness; so good,
But why are you so good?
What have I done?
Is this a reflection coming from a pagan dream?
I guess I’ll torture myself,
All day; all night,
Till the day I am brave enough,
To say “I’m sorry”; to ask you out
Entry 1
Benedicta et Damnatis
Blessing at the verge of solitude
Crawling inside the magnitude
Howling on the middle of fortitude
For the souls that already departed
Hunger for the soulless body
Thirst for the savior
Summoned the aggressive behavior
In the living hell of water and sun
The world is smooth at the beginning
Yet, it crumbled and ruined in a short minutes
Love was shattered, city was demolished
The castles of their life are destroyed
Once the window of heaven is opened
The hand of His were giving out the blessing
As the powerless being were obstructed
The widow in black was whining
Will the sun rise once more?
Or it was damned to eternity by Him?
Forsaken by the Mighty One
Their spirits don’t drowned like the sun
So many losses yet so many gains
They dissolved and they reformed
They’re unknown yet well known
Benedictus maledicunt
As the bird flies by
Another wave of terror comes
Trying to rip their hope again
Yet, it failed once more
Their steps in that twilight are damned
Followed a speck of light
They began to get through the damnation
And running toward the blessing at the dawn
So many cares for them
Which make them smile inside the damnation
Yet, many exploited their condition
And make them cry upon his blessing
Losing the signature of the life
Frowned and drowned
Embedded by the piece of wasteland
Dwindled and wrinkled
Their life were fading away as the water splashed
Inside this solitude they fell on their knees
Closing their eyes and clenched their hands
Pray for the blessing toward their beloved kingdom
Pray for Kingdom of the Sun
Entry 2
The snow was thick on the grass, and as he stood and watched on, she drifted about, staring at the white expanse in wonder, looking up at the flakes of snow falling softly onto her face. Using her hands, covered by mittens, she scooped a handful of snow, throwing it in the air and laughing in delight as the cold flakes touched the bare skin of her face and neck. Watching in the distance, he was amazed by her beauty.
He could hear a relaxing piano melody playing from the diner beside the park. It seemed to echo her movements, weaving about the notes playfully as she waved her arms in the air. As the clouds drifted in the sky, he felt a breeze blow. She felt it too, and recoiled in cold. She turned to him, waving.
"Hey, I'm getting tired!" she called out.
"Let's find a seat, then," he replied.
They found a bench in the middle of the park, covered in snow. He used his hands to sweep the snow away, and she sat down. They both looked around, enjoying the winter scenery. She stretched out her hands and sighed, looking at her breath mist in the cold air.
"Winter is so beautiful," she mused aloud.
"It sure is," he concurred.
"I wish it could last forever," she continued wistfully.
He put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "It can last forever."
"How?"
He was stuck trying to find a decent answer, and when she realized this she chuckled.
"You're always like that, answering without thinking first," she remarked.
"I am?"
"Yeah," she replied, and she took his hand on her shoulder and placed it on her cheek. He could feel the roughness of her face through the cotton of his mittens.
"Your hand's so warm..." she said dreamily. "Do you remember the first time we met?"
"How could I forget?"
"Yeah. I remember it like it was yesterday."
"Well, it wasn't too long ago."
"Oh, you flatter me."
She looked up at the white sky, still grasping his hand on her cheek.
"When I saw you, I knew you'd be different," she said out loud.
"Different? How so?"
"Well, I had a... different... feeling about you, like you were special."
"What a cliche."
She giggled. "I was attracted to you then."
"You were? How?" he asked.
"Do I have to make myself any clearer than that?" she questioned in playful exasperation.
"Well, it helps to clarify things."
"Okay, then," she said, turning to face him. Their faces were close, almost touching, and he could see his reflection in her large eyes bordered by crow feet. She held up his wrinkled hands in hers.
"I love you," she said clearly.
"It's been fifty years," he said gladly, feeling a single tear drip down his eye. He ran his hand through her white hair, once a vibrant brown, and she found solace in his touch. She looked at him again, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“You don't need to be so emotional,” he commented with a grin.
“I know...” she said, wiping the tears away. “It's just... I'm so happy we've gone through this together.”
“Me too.”
He held her shoulders, and they shared a tender kiss, two old people sitting on a bench in a park, just like teenagers. He stopped, and saw that her face was vibrant again. He smiled.
“Happy golden anniversary, my dear wife.”
Entry 3
From a pagan dream
There are many things I have said,
Many more I want to say,
But is not what I meant,
They spill out from my mouth
I crave for pardon,
But I don’t receive it,
I ask for forgiveness,
But I don’t deserve it
All of this,
Just starts to see,
As if it was emerged,
From a pagan dream
I try to speak out,
When I say “go away”,
What I really mean,
Is “come here please”
I am just driven by impulse,
Driven out to fear,
But I just feel this are,
Illusions from a pagan dream
Someday I’ll ask forgiveness,
But for now I just think,
How to ask for it,
How to fix what I’ve done
I am a pacifist humble,
Driven by dragon might,
Wanting to become a knight,
That could pay you back
Your kindness; so good,
But why are you so good?
What have I done?
Is this a reflection coming from a pagan dream?
I guess I’ll torture myself,
All day; all night,
Till the day I am brave enough,
To say “I’m sorry”; to ask you out