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My blood
written by Genocide Reaper03:30 AM 12/12/04| Embrace this intense feeling. Grace of the great spirit deep inside of me. The feathers in the wind, fire roaring towards the sky, the light seems to die, hideing for another night. In this wilderness I am free, in this lay out, I am me. Blood on my hands from the morning and evening hunt, belly packed with meat that I have cooked. A smell of fresh freedom in the air, a taste of dew from the clouds above I do know very well. Frost setting in, the frozen sin inside, the shelter built for another life. The ground is my foundation, the fire is my motivation, the air is my lifes congregation, the water is my ressurection, from the weary walking of a warriors path. These the elements, that make the moments. These are the ways of the Warrior, the Cherokee, always prepared for Danuwa. It is in my blood, it is in my soul, it is my life. My faith. |
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Danuwa means. "War" Its Cherokee.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Cut_Wrist_Risk (12-12-2004 - 08:26 AM)
| umm, okay are u like a wanna be wolf or somethin? |
by Morbid Angel (12-12-2004 - 08:54 AM)
by endless_suffering (12-12-2004 - 09:15 AM)
| I could never write something so beautiful... |
by Genocide Reaper (12-12-2004 - 12:51 PM)
| I'm not a 'wanna be wolf' I am a hunter. And I have Tribal blood flowing in my viens, and for that I am proud. If you want to get technical. The Animal which I am most like is the Tiger.. |
by maledeth (12-14-2004 - 08:11 PM)
| Tiger......wow.....wicked..... |
by Lothiriel (12-18-2004 - 07:08 AM)
| Wow. And I mean WOW that was really beautiful. A complete contrast to the "I wanna die/kill myself/feel sorry for me" teenage usual on here. You have a wonderful talant there. Anyone that disagrees doesn't know their ass from a hole in the mud about writing. |
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