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Upon this date he spoke no more of the preceding moments, Tearing and hurling insult upon insult In several directions, his tongue whipped and scorched me, And he waited relentlessly to see the spark in my eyes fade….. He was so livid by my silence, he began thrashing around the walls, Grabbing a wayside demon and crushing him into the ground… He destroyed Death’s bass, pulling off each string in monotone menace Glaring at me, as he yanked each off, The whine of its timbre flooding the eerie, murky pit…… “Nothing else, but you and I, No more music, no more beat… Your heart alone is enough to drive me mad…” He spat into the crushed instrument, And Death cowered, scampering away like a wounded rat Picking up the pieces as he disappeared into the soot “Just you and I, I will not hear another cry except from your lips… No cheer, except from your voice, No fear, except from your soul… No support from above….no love to bring us light…” I circled him my tears glistening, The light burning him, as he laughed bitterly And I sang… “Your attacks drill against your friends, Your darkness sifts, in pending motion, You can crush the pulse that you began, Though you cannot end my faith and devotion.” He stared, his nostrils flaring, His claws protruding in and out Suddenly he smiled, and he was calm again The wailing of a freshly injured demon faintly sounding… “Tell me Loving Lady, Of what you recall of mortality… What do you miss the most? The rush of Death’s call, The touch of slowly falling? The thrill of free-will…kissing the darts… The crushing of sadness in your feeble heart… You have missed mortality I am sure, You have missed the spirit of mutiny, The infernal blaze of my brilliant core… We need not but our voices to replay such times, I remember your days as much as I do mine… Remember you used to lust and lie? Remember when you were afraid to die? Those darkest nights, remember me grinning? Remember the infatuation of sinning? No, it was your art, and you left a trail, So He might follow close behind might you fail… He allowed you to suffer, to ache…to retch You forgot Him, and embraced my ways… Do you ever miss those wondrous days… Surely, surely you must appraise…” I picked up a lone string of Death’s mighty bass, Feeling the metallic twine cool in my hand The crushed demon moaned in agony beside me… “Mortality was a rustic feat into the fray, Many times blinded in the dark, to emerge into the day I miss the way danger led to discovery, In suffering greatly, I miss the relief of recovery I miss the way it was so bittersweet, When the wrinkles began to appear… I miss the sound of that single drop of rain… Falling into the rest, never missed, always blessed… Recalling the times I have stumbled, I miss what now I clearly see… I recollect darker emotions and I miss how they built me, How they led me to the ones that guarded me to the end So I might live in a better place where pardon became my friend… Death’s voice intrigued me, frightened me, redeemed me, The falling of those around me led me to my calling, And swiftly, failing became a past that set me free… The test of free-will became a weight upon my shoulder, The challenge became what shaped me as I grew older… Sadness became easier, and less enjoyable, When I focused my life to the skies and into open eyes I remember the lusts, the lies, the sins—they never belonged to me At the time, I didn’t see this—they were all I wanted to be…. I hunted to wallow in the madness and sadness of darkness… I believed I did not deserve the wisdom of righteousness In my mortal skin, I learned to look deep within… And fight off the urges…the lusts….the timey wages of sin It became my duty to no longer allow you in… Though my love for your redemption grew brighter within…” The Devil clawed the bass string in my hand And it strung an empty sound that echoed dryly all around… “Immortality has its torments too… See how gently I return to you…” He never could destroy the beat thumping from my chest… He merely hummed along with it in begrudging dedication Stubbornly, he sought for my pain But the hurt had been released far above, where still he dared not look… I lifted up a crippled demon and kissed his forehead “I love you as well, demon, do not be afraid…” The weary eyes stared into my own, than quickly glanced in fear toward our fuming Prince… “You understand pain, fear, and torment more than any, I am sure Would you like to sing too?” The Devil in rage grabbed the demon by the throat before he could answer “You foolish woman… he is MY pet… Nothing else, but you and I… He has no voice, no heart…no mind… I give him no permission to, And he accepts his place… Unlike I …unlike you…” I touched his clenched hand, and his grip loosened upon the demon “All voices deserve to be heard, Through compassion, let his existence ring…” The Devil scoffed and threw him down with much force, perturbed The demon dared not move “WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE TO US…. To mock me…to turn them against me…?” The hush of his question held more intensity than his shouting “Surely…surely not….. He belongs in the dust, At my command… he can never be like us… You love him as much as pity will allow… We are special, Silly Being, and his fleck of existence is but a toke To gamble with for my amusement, nothing more…nothing more…. Stop this attempt to become the idol of the underdog Don’t be such a predictable bore…” The demon shriveled, but remained… Like mortality’s fate, his body did shrink and fade… But I heard his somnolent thoughts…. …I am but the refrain… Immortality….. has….. its torments….. too…

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Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 6

Upon this date he spoke no more of the preceding moments, Tearing and hurling insult upon insult In several directions, his tongue whipped and scorched me, And he waited relentlessly to see the spark in my eyes fade….. He was so livid by my silence, he began thrashing around the walls, Grabbing a wayside demon and crushing him into the ground… He destroyed Death’s bass, pulling off each string in monotone menace Glaring at me, as he yanked each off, The whine of its timbre flooding the eerie, murky pit…… “Nothing else, but you and I, No more music, no more beat… Your heart alone is enough to drive me mad…” He spat into the crushed instrument, And Death cowered, scampering away like a wounded rat Picking up the pieces as he disappeared into the soot “Just you and I, I will not hear another cry except from your lips… No cheer, except from your voice, No fear, except from your soul… No support from above….no love to bring us light…” I circled him my tears glistening, The light burning him, as he laughed bitterly And I sang… “Your attacks drill against your friends, Your darkness sifts, in pending motion, You can crush the pulse that you began, Though you cannot end my faith and devotion.” He stared, his nostrils flaring, His claws protruding in and out Suddenly he smiled, and he was calm again The wailing of a freshly injured demon faintly sounding… “Tell me Loving Lady, Of what you recall of mortality… What do you miss the most? The rush of Death’s call, The touch of slowly falling? The thrill of free-will…kissing the darts… The crushing of sadness in your feeble heart… You have missed mortality I am sure, You have missed the spirit of mutiny, The infernal blaze of my brilliant core… We need not but our voices to replay such times, I remember your days as much as I do mine… Remember you used to lust and lie? Remember when you were afraid to die? Those darkest nights, remember me grinning? Remember the infatuation of sinning? No, it was your art, and you left a trail, So He might follow close behind might you fail… He allowed you to suffer, to ache…to retch You forgot Him, and embraced my ways… Do you ever miss those wondrous days… Surely, surely you must appraise…” I picked up a lone string of Death’s mighty bass, Feeling the metallic twine cool in my hand The crushed demon moaned in agony beside me… “Mortality was a rustic feat into the fray, Many times blinded in the dark, to emerge into the day I miss the way danger led to discovery, In suffering greatly, I miss the relief of recovery I miss the way it was so bittersweet, When the wrinkles began to appear… I miss the sound of that single drop of rain… Falling into the rest, never missed, always blessed… Recalling the times I have stumbled, I miss what now I clearly see… I recollect darker emotions and I miss how they built me, How they led me to the ones that guarded me to the end So I might live in a better place where pardon became my friend… Death’s voice intrigued me, frightened me, redeemed me, The falling of those around me led me to my calling, And swiftly, failing became a past that set me free… The test of free-will became a weight upon my shoulder, The challenge became what shaped me as I grew older… Sadness became easier, and less enjoyable, When I focused my life to the skies and into open eyes I remember the lusts, the lies, the sins—they never belonged to me At the time, I didn’t see this—they were all I wanted to be…. I hunted to wallow in the madness and sadness of darkness… I believed I did not deserve the wisdom of righteousness In my mortal skin, I learned to look deep within… And fight off the urges…the lusts….the timey wages of sin It became my duty to no longer allow you in… Though my love for your redemption grew brighter within…” The Devil clawed the bass string in my hand And it strung an empty sound that echoed dryly all around… “Immortality has its torments too… See how gently I return to you…” He never could destroy the beat thumping from my chest… He merely hummed along with it in begrudging dedication Stubbornly, he sought for my pain But the hurt had been released far above, where still he dared not look… I lifted up a crippled demon and kissed his forehead “I love you as well, demon, do not be afraid…” The weary eyes stared into my own, than quickly glanced in fear toward our fuming Prince… “You understand pain, fear, and torment more than any, I am sure Would you like to sing too?” The Devil in rage grabbed the demon by the throat before he could answer “You foolish woman… he is MY pet… Nothing else, but you and I… He has no voice, no heart…no mind… I give him no permission to, And he accepts his place… Unlike I …unlike you…” I touched his clenched hand, and his grip loosened upon the demon “All voices deserve to be heard, Through compassion, let his existence ring…” The Devil scoffed and threw him down with much force, perturbed The demon dared not move “WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE TO US…. To mock me…to turn them against me…?” The hush of his question held more intensity than his shouting “Surely…surely not….. He belongs in the dust, At my command… he can never be like us… You love him as much as pity will allow… We are special, Silly Being, and his fleck of existence is but a toke To gamble with for my amusement, nothing more…nothing more…. Stop this attempt to become the idol of the underdog Don’t be such a predictable bore…” The demon shriveled, but remained… Like mortality’s fate, his body did shrink and fade… But I heard his somnolent thoughts…. …I am but the refrain… Immortality….. has….. its torments….. too…