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[aid] => mick
[title] => Death And The Immortal
[time] => 2004-05-27 07:26:51
[hometext] => ~ a story/poem ive had rattleing around in my head for some time~
[bodytext] => Death And The Immortal i once was a man the best soldier in Bethlehem then i got a little older our world got a little colder keep in mind this was a long time ago before the dark ages,before the world war show i was a roman guard,it was my birth right im the man who crucified the one you call christ after i realized what i had done realizing i just killed our gods son i couldnt live with myself anymore my pain was rooted down to the core so i took a knife to my throat then i saw a figure in a long black coat my wounds began to clot as the world around me stopped she called herself 'angel D' whatever thats supposed to mean she said because of my sins id have to dwell in the fiery depths of a place called hell she said she could take away all my pain if i did whatever she said whenever she came seeing how i had nothing to loose heh,how could i refuse it seems she wanted me to do what i do best and thats to kill and put the victims to rest i asked why she wanted me to kill again she stood there quietly and slowly grinned 'as powerful as i am,some still escape my grasp' 'their spirits hide from me just like lowly rats' 'you are an excellent killer, indeed you are a keeper' 'so let them know that nobody...nobody cheats the reaper' so i was to be deaths right hand man she promised me immortality as she spilt my hour glass sand i cannot be killed i can never die she said 'as long as your by my side' so began my century campaign of making all those hidden souls pay til one night i was out on a mission i remembered the day of the crucifixion i had to kill a little girl with her eyes sewn shut shivering in the corner of her parents hut i asked my master if i had to kill this girl on her knees master replied 'yes,because of what she sees' 'she can see the future of man and this pathetic race' 'she has even seen my true face' 'she warns other of my coming near' 'if you know where i am,whats there to fear?' 'she cant be allowed to live, those souls are harder to track down' 'she been warning everyone in this god forsaken town' im sorry master i cant fulfil your task im sorry ive failed you on my second chance 'how could you do this to me'she said 'havent i been good to you?' yes you have master i dont know what id do without you 'i could of had anyone...anyone in this world' then i watched master brutally murder that girl she turned to me and said 'now its your turn to die' but how can i go on without you i cried she said 'you wont' then slashed her sickle down upon me then darkness was all i could see i saw heaven,then i saw hell i saw places ive never seen before, a never ending tale then i woke up i was in my hometown how could this be i asked as i looked around many centuries have passed since that faithful night looking back you know angel D was right i truly am immortal and can never die not by my masters swift hand even if she tried so i sit here growing older and older as our world gets colder and colder i still see master time to time sitting on my bench she joins me by my side she hasnt aged a day shes as beautiful as ever she turns to me and says 'i bet you think your clever' 'your the only man who has escaped my hand' 'and its by a spell of my command' i lay my head on her shoulder to rest heh, im the man who has cheated death [comments] => 6 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Vermillion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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