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Character Archive Profile This character is no longer part of the game. |
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| Name: ayakari |  | |
| Rank: Capo | ||
| Level: 35 | ||
| Status: Dead | ||
| Home City: Brooklyn, NY | ||
| Wealth: Wealthy | ||
| Start Date: Jun 01, '16 18:32:26 | ||
| Last Active: Jul 26, '16 01:01 | ||
| Messages Sent: 163 | ||
| Threads / Posts: 3 / 27 (View Activity) | ||
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(Angeli della Morte) In honor of her work I would like to thank ThinkingOutLoud for doing such a great job to my profile picture, she is the best and gives out great deals to those she loves and cares about so take great care of her In honor of our crew members peralta and piglet, may they rest in peace. You will be forever missed People are at their best when they are self-reliant and independent. Instead of fearing the fleeting moment of death, embrace the ecstasy of life. THE WOLF CREDO ( written by Del Goetz 1988 ) Respect the elders Teach the young Cooperate with the pack Play when you can Hunt when you must Rest in between Share your affections Voice your feelings Leave your mark. It's time to strap our boots on This is a perfect day to die Wipe the blood out of our eyes In this life there's no surrender There's nothing left for us to do Find the strength to see this through We are the ones who will never be broken With our final breath We'll fight to the death I have went to hell and back again, Danced his dance, Sang his songs, Played his hand, I became the princess of hell, So when see me walking and it looks like I have a halo, These are horns on my head, And these are blades in my hand, not a bible, My wings are black and on fire, not white and golden light. So the next time you see me walking, beware of the beast the feeds on darkness, Who knows I could be your best friend, or your worst night mare come to life. Mwahahaha...... Under the level winter sky I saw a thousand Christs go by. They sang an idle song and free As they went up to calvary. Careless of eye and coarse of lip, They marched in holiest fellowship. That heaven might heal the world, they gave Their earth-born dreams to deck the grave. With souls unpurged and steadfast breath They supped the sacrament of death. And for each one, far off, apart, Seven swords have rent a woman's heart. It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which Titanic wars had groined. Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned, Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred. Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared With piteous recognition in fixed eyes, Lifting distressful hands as if to bless. And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall; By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell. With a thousand fears that vision's face was grained; Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground, And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan. 'Strange, friend,' I said, 'Here is no cause to mourn.' 'None,' said the other, 'Save the undone years, The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours, Was my life also; I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world, Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair, But mocks the steady running of the hour, And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here. For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping something has been left, Which must die now. I mean the truth untold, The pity of war, the pity war distilled. Now men will go content with what we spoiled. Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled. They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress, None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress. Courage was mine, and I had mystery; Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery; To miss the march of this retreating world Into vain citadels that are not walled. Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that lie too deep for taint. I would have poured my spirit without stint But not through wounds; not on the cess of war. Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were. I am the enemy you killed, my friend. I knew you in this dark; for so you frowned Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed. I parried; but my hands were loath and cold. Let us sleep now ... And Death Shall Have No Dominion And death shall have no dominion. Dead man naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion. And death shall have no dominion. No more may gulls cry at their ears Or waves break loud on the seashores; Where blew a flower may a flower no more Lift its head to the blows of the rain; Though they be mad and dead as nails, Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion. Not yet will those measureless fields be green again Where only yesterday the wild sweet blood of wonderful youth was shed; There is a grave whose earth must hold too long, too deep a stain, Though for ever over it we may speak as proudly as we may tread. But here, where the watchers by lonely hearths from the thrust of an inward sword have more slowly bled, We shall build the Cenotaph: Victory, winged, with Peace, winged too, at the column’s head. And over the stairway, at the foot—oh! here, leave desolate, passionate hands to spread Violets, roses, and laurel, with the small, sweet, tinkling country things Speaking so wistfully of other Springs, From the little gardens of little places where son or sweetheart was born and bred. In splendid sleep, with a thousand brothers To lovers—to mothers Here, too, lies he: Under the purple, the green, the red, It is all young life: it must break some women's hearts to see Such a brave, gay coverlet to such a bed! Only, when all is done and said, God is not mocked and neither are the dead For this will stand in our Marketplace— Who’ll sell, who’ll buy (Will you or I Lie each to each with the better grace)? While looking into every busy whore's and huckster's face As they drive their bargains, is the Face Of God: and some young, piteous, murdered face. There are some days you may feel, As if things just aren't going right. No amount of attempts to avoid, You step into the big mud puddle despite! On these days to give up would be easy, You'd like to just walk away. And sometimes taking a step back, May be exactly the right way. But at a point you'll have to decide, If you're going to let them win. This is the time that you'll look deep inside, And see if you have it within. When you are ready to take the next step, And show that you are ready to fight. Avoid what you can and it's okay if you can't, Cause know matter what, you'll be all right. True wisdom is not when we judge or ridicule one another, As none of us are better than one from the other. True wisdom is not all the facts that you think you know, Every time you open your mouth for the entire world to show. True wisdom is not your version and the opinions you convey, But rather tolerance, acceptance and understanding is the way. True wisdom is usually conspicuous through silent interaction, And shown by the deeds that you continually put into action! Your true friends you can count on one hand, a very rare breed, Some claim to be your friends, not for love, but rather for greed, Others are jealous, and place before you, a negative seed, Lest you get ahead of them, and their success, you exceed, And your journey forward, they are determined to block and impede, And are self-righteous when you fall, or stumble and bleed, Then utter, “I told you so”, in the hope that you will concede, That their ways are better, you need to follow, and to take heed, But the one that motivates you in darkness, and in your hour of need, And the one that uplifts you, and even for awhile, takes the lead, The one that celebrates with you and for you, when you succeed, That is a friend, my friend, that, is a true friend - indeed. |
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