We are out there.Through all this anarchy, a broken world and it's insanity, I walk on.We are out there.2 years ago in Spirit Day
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All of these people, I will protect them from the world, I fight on.
Through this snowglobe with shattered glass, I walk on.
All of these people with shattered hearts, I fight for.
An angel, a Fallen, a masqueraded messenger with black wings.
Walking with a purpose, war, murder, I save them from these things.
My weapon is a sword of ice, bound with blue fire.
I fight to protect them, but they think me a liar.
They don't know who or what I am, and I protect them with these lies.
But they don't know this, or don't want to, that I stop their sad cries.
This Fallen with black wings, protecting you from all these things.
He is sad that you do not believe him, for his purpose is protecting.
This Reaper, protecting you, walking through the world.
He goes unnoticed, and his pleas always go unheard.
You will have no parley with liars, never to talk to them.
But what they don't realise is, he tells lies to protect them.
Spirit Day13, 14, 15, 17, 18, 19...Spirit Day4 years ago in Spirit Day
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Just random numbers, or the ages of ten young boys when their lives were needlessly lost.
These boys had never met, and had only four things in common.
They all resided across the United States of America, in New Jersey, California, Minnesota, Rhode Island, Texas, Wisconsin, Colorado, Massachusetts, and Indiana.
They were all raised in loving homes.
All had friends and family that loved them.
They all commited suicide because of the constant bullying they received when schoolmates found out they were, or suspected them of being gay. One of these boys wasn't even gay, he was straight but was still tormented like he was until he could take no more.
This one simple fact was enough for these bright young boys to choose death over one more day of torture.
Over one more day of hell on Earth because others were too homophobic to just let them be.
These deaths were not neccessary. Needless blood has been shed.
And still no one seems to care other than o