She's a goddess
That no one believes in anymore...
Wandering the lonely earth,
Sometimes life is only
A series of letdowns,
Letdown after letdown after letdown,
One right after the other...
But she is a spinning galaxy,
Dancing throughout the universe...
She walks the earth as a ghost,
With bristled tail and glowing eyes,
Little whispery wisps of whiskers,
A villainous goddess,
Entreated with silken allure;
Lurking in corners of darkened rooms,
Haunting the fray of madmen's psyches,
She is calling.
We all are the watchers
who see past the thin lines of reality
and let our minds float in the cracks of society
We are all different
We are the misfits, the broken, the needy, and the lovers
and sadly we are hard to spot
because most of us hide behind masks
Our smiles, our tears,
everything we have learned
All explodes into the atmosphere
in a frenzy of wide eyed surprise
Every quiet thought
in the late night
Every time we were lost
all leading to the final sacrifice
The last hurdle...
The one thing left in our way to glory..
and that's the problem
how do you get over it?
This is the breaking point
Where artist becomes master
ONE MINUTE MELEE
WHERE ALL THE FIGHTS ARE SETTLED IN 60 SECONDS!
The lord of Funai on the island of Kyushu and high priest of Xavism, Otomo Sorin, sat upon his throne, his chief retainer, the mighty and loyal Tachibana Muneshige, sporting his yellow armor and blue clothes and kabuto helmet, by his side. The sounds of battle raged outside. Some warrior or another had perhaps come to try and test his might against Muneshige. It was either that or said warrior was looking to take the land of Funai for himself.
Regardless, the sounds of battle raging and his lord’s continued apathy towa