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Fics:

Unite and Divide:A cross-over between Harvest moon and Muramasa:Demon blade

Status:Coming Soon

Mobius TagTeam:A sonic c submission fic that's a tournament

Status:Woring on/will start as soon as I have the contestant's

Rider's of the wind:A sonic rider's and sonic and the black knight Cross-over fic

Status:Working on

Shadow's of the clan:An oc fic about Kisuke's past

Status:In progress

Traped withen:This is about Azel and how he woke up and was found by Tails, while he was searching for an important person.

Status:In progress

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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Sigre English Lyrics

Sigre

As you told me,
I picked a rose for you.
Then you get absorbed in
Tearing it apart.

I told off for it,
Then you opened your eyes
surprisedly
and handed me lots of
petals.

Why do you cherish your
dress?
You must cherish your youth.
If you want, don't hesitate to pick the
flower
If you hesitate, the flower will be lost.

It was, it was,
inscribed in a petal;
The memory of the green
summer.
But my longing were
wasted.

And now, and now,
suspicion is withering me
away.
Sigre, please tell him,
"I've not slept again last
night."
Sigre, tell him...

I tried in vain
to stop water flowing over my
eyes.
The very water killed you
picks out sufferings. Flower has
fallen.

Is it unremovable?
Summernight's dream never
ends.
I'm wandering deeper and
deeper
into the untrue beach.

On the moonlight lake,
Light flows, flowers blooms.
Bend a branch and pick a
rose,
then I'll feel the pleasing one's breath.

It was, it was,
inscribed in a petal;
The memory of the green
summer.
Young life has fallen in a
moment.

And now, and now,
You are not in this world?
Sigre, please tell her
"I've not slept again last
night"
Sigre, tell her...

Her name was Aroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
her mom was an addict
her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
and had patches of hair

She always talked to it
when no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
some more and more pain
she’ll have to endure

A bruise on her leg
a scar on her face
why would she be
in such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile. If you don't then you have no soul!!

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't ignore it because the Bible says that If you deny me, I will deny you in front of my father and the glory of Heaven.

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."
The black man turned around and stood up.
He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away... Post this on your profile if you hate racism

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cried post this in your profile

92 percent of American teens would die if Abercombie and Fitch told them it was uncool to breathe. Copy this in your profile if you would be the 8 percent that would be laughing your @$$ off (Uh, duh!)

Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, then weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile! Admitting you are weird means you are normal. Saying that you are normal is odd. If you admit that you are weird and like it, copy this onto your profile.

If you hate people who swear because they think its cool, copy and paste to your profile.

If you hear voices of the characters in your head...copy and paste this on your profile (Do you know how hard it is to get Wallabee Beatles out of your head? I think not!)

This is a true story. If you stop reading this, you will die at exactly 8 o'clock PM tomorrow night. In 1845 a convict who was sentenced to life in jail escaped. He went on a murder spree across the United States, killing teens under the age of 18 and over the age of 13. He was discovered one night when a mother caught him butchering her 16 year old daughter. He ran, but eventually the authorities caught him and sentenced him to die. Before his death, the man admitted to killing 70 teenagers. He vowed that he would return, and finish the work he started. He died, but after that a weird thing happened. Everyone involved in the case started dying gruesome murders. Authorties put it down as a family member of the convict, but it was actually the killers spirit getting revenge. Now he travels across the states, killing teens everywhere. We who know the truth recognize that many of the 'missing children' are in fact his victims. If you do not repost this on your account, he will visit you at midnight tonight and kill you. You will become one of the missing kids, and he will kill any other teenager in your house also. This is a true story... and if you actually read this all the way through your an idiot! Post this on your blog to make other's feel stupid too!

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'

'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''

'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

'My mommy loves white roses.'

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

Oc's I've made.

This is the oc's I've made and what they do, most of them have a leatst a blade as sword's are my favorite weapon.

Name:Kisuke Ajiru

Weapon:Three sword's(More detail later)

Personality:Quiet and withdrawn

Bio:He used to be open to the world and also he used to always laugh but then when his clan was attacked and his lover was lost he became closed off to the world and never spoke again, now hunt's down Espio to find answer's about the attack.