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Waxing - Hopeful Sequel To Waning

If one power wanes, another must wax. The universe seems to strictly enforce this sometimes maddening balancing act. But this time it seems the scales have tipped my way. I have remained while the darkness is slipping away. Could it be my time to rise, a flaming supernova out of the black abyss. I hope this is the case. I will not forget my origin nor forsake the lessons learned; but charge into life like a force of nature, empowered by my former curse. The waning of the darkness will soon be complete; the fires of my long dead soul are now burning. The fires will burn, the dark will fade, and I will rise.

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Burning Alive

My fate is sealed, I am beyond help. 
Most do not even care, some enjoy what they see, and a small few of others actually wish to help. 
But wish is all they can do, wish and watch as I burn. Screaming and writhing in agony, pain, and hate as I burn away. But worse is this than any normal execution. For the fire never stops and the pain does nothing but increase. Eternal execution is my fate, to forever die alone in flames. I wish for final death, swift and silent, but it never comes. Am I a victim or is this deserved. I do not know. 
All I know is the pain and flames. All I know is I am burning alive.

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The Story of My Name- Phoenixwolf

Many cultures have beliefs of every living being having a spirit that emulates an animal or some other being. To this end I found my own to be that of a wolf. The Lone Wolf. Exiled into darkness and left for dead. But I survived, and then thrived off the very darkness that had destroyed me. 
Eventually I was approached by an angel. Of a royal kind she must have been for she was
Beautiful in heart, body, and mind. She bore me message and solace of some kind. She said my time was not yet through and that one day, like a Phoenix, I would rise out of my dark prison. 
So now, in the spirit of that message and the nature of my soul, I am now the PhoenixWolf. I am determined to see the Angel Queen's message through so that I may make her and myself proud. 
Names have power, PhoenixWolf is mine.

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Deaf

What is it to be truly deaf? 
Most say it is to lack hearing. 
But I think true deafness is being unable to hear those around you. To walk through life only hearing what you want to hear or what concerns you, oblivious to the troubles, pains, sufferings, or even joys of others. I think we have to make a conscious effort to not become deaf, because our own lives can seem so loud they drown out everything else. 
Take time to listen, tune out yourself, make room in your ears to hear what is around you. There are stories to hear; complex tales of joy and love, hurt and anger, sadness and loneliness, faith and miracles, revenge and rage, stories we call life.
To be truly deaf is a truly horrible thing. 
So listen.

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E Pluribus Unum

E Pluribus Unum: 
 We see it on our coins everyday if we take the time to look. But what does it mean. Translated from Latin it means "One of Many". 
That's nothing special. In a way that describes us all. We are all human just ad they are all coins. We are all one of many. So why put it on every coin since the founding of our money system? To prove it is authentic. To say that that piece is one real piece and not a fake. The same can be said of us, we are one of many. But we are each an individual and authentic piece with our own set value whatever that may be. So maybe you are one of the crowd, who cares, at least you know you are real and is that not what really counts.

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No Place of My Own

I have no place to call my own. I have lived in the same town my entire life, I can picture every place I have ever been perfectly in my mind and remember everything that happened there, and yet no where means anything special to me. Not in my childhood, as a young teen, or even now as a young adult; it all seems so empty. Should I leave this place I would have nowhere to even return to visit, it would all be just a distant memory. I do not know where to live, nor where my final resting place should be because everything is so void of emotion for me. Is my life really this hollow, do I really have no meaning or purpose? I do not know these answers or whether they even matter. So I sit in the dark and ponder while my soul continues to wander, for I have no place to call my own.

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Siege

So much has happened, too much to tell, but now there is a knight assaulting the lair of the beast. It has not been an easy battle; so far the beast is ahead, but the knight still lives and is preparing for what he hopes is his last stand before victory. A siege of the abyss has begun and for the first time real progress can be seen. The beast is trapped, the abyss is no more, and it is now only a matter of time before the knight stands victorious. A long fight still lies ahead, and the knight is just one man. Only time will tell if the beast is to be defeated. There is no God here, and no help to be found, just sheer strength of will and body to determine fate.

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Outcast

Outcast from the world around me. I do not care for your thoughts, your talks, your groups, or your life. I stand alone, I live alone. Do not try to force your so called kindness upon me, I know I do not belong. I know I am unwanted. Our paths our different, they will never cross. I will not be changed nor swayed by your pleadings nor by your insults. I am neither above nor below you; neither better or worse. I am just different. I am at peace with my solitude and I relish it. So when you see me alone in the dark or walking away, do not follow me and try to save me. There is nothing to save me from, for I am an outcast and that is what I am meant to be.

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Truth

I would say I am sorry but I 
would be lying. Because I am 
so done with trying. To make 
you all see that this me is new. 
And all your insults make me so 
blue. So this is for you: all of 
you fake friends and behind my 
back haters. You do not have 
the guts to say any of it to my 
face, but you forget I actually 
know how to listen so I still 
hear every word. Do not 
pretend like you like me or that 
I fit in because I know the real 
truth; I know the real you. And 
shame on you for pretending 
like you do not know why I am 
a jerk to you and never come 
around anymore. It is all your 
fault you stupid fool and there 
is a special place in Hell for the 
likes of you. So turn your back 
one more time so I can plunge 
my knife through it like you did 
to mine. I am done with your 
lies, that is the truth.

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Beast of the Abyss

 The abyss is eternal, dark, and all consuming. In this abyss, I was created; in this abyss, I abide. I stay because I can not escape. I see brief flashes of bright hope far above but they are so fleeting I can not grab and hold onto them. The abyss is my home, but also my prison. I hate it in the abyss, but it is all I know. The source of myself is the source of my agony. Would escape really be good? I do not myself know this answer, and the possibilities of that question terrify me more than the abyss ever has. So for now I wait and watch, for now I am the beast of the abyss.