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Estamos todos na lista de alvos do mais implacável dos assassinos: tempo.

Caminho

Se a morte aniquila o sentido das coisas, nenhuma vida vale à pena

Consciência

Nós, e apenas nós, somos as testemunhas de nossos pecados. Resta, portanto, à nossa própria consciência que sobre nós pese e castigue tanto quanto julgar dos erros que tenhamos cometido e dos males que tenhamos causado.

Preço

Quem joga desonestamente tem mais chances de ganhar, mas apenas jogando honestamente a vitória é verdadeira.

friable, but still (steel)

You took away what I cared most about. You took away who I used to be. You stole my identity. You tore my most deep dreams into pieces. You made my soul shine vanish away. And you brought what  defined me most intimately to a shameful death.

But there's no ending without a new begin; there's no death without life.

I don't want to forget what happened, neither what I did. Those things, even the bad ones, make who I am. But I'm much more than this. I'm much more than what your limited glance could see. And I'm much more than what everyone, just like you, tryed to force me into being.

And doesn't matter anymore what happened. I'm not seeking to repair anything. What was done can't be fixed.

The only thing I seek is for myself and the soul you took and broke and throwed the pieces away. I've been collecting them for such a long time... but now, finally, my harsh endeavour is about to reach a grateful end.

Pleonasmo

E de repente, tudo que parecia tudo torna-se nada. Dobra a esquina do esquecimento e já não há nada. Tudo se foi. Ou mesmo existiu? E agora a neve cai, o sangue corre. Tudo tornado preto, apagado, esvanecido. Consumido pela escuridão. E a caminhada continua, sem que reconheçamos a paisagem, sem lembrar das paradas no caminho, sem saber do destino a que chegar. E então, você percebe que nem lembra mais porque começou a andar, mas sabe que não pode parar.

Desires, desires (part 1)

I wish I could be a good man
I tryed and fought hard for that.
However, good I cannot be,
because a monster, that's what I am.

I wanted to serve you, Athena,
but I failed as a servant of yours,
even though was the only one
still thinking about serving you.

I thought my strenght would be enough,
my dreams would never end
my will would be infinite.

But it turned out that I'm not yours as I wished to be.
I can't even remember,
the feeling, the smell, the plans.

Nothing turned out to be as I believed.
The good is not the good.
The bad is not the bad.
And all the answers are lies.

And you pose like as if never have existed.
Where are you? I need you.
I need to know.

The beautiful smile,
the heat on the heart,
the caress on the head.
Never was.

And all the fire consumed after burning,
remaining nothing but ashes.

I try to look trough the looking glass,
but see nothing beside me and my scars
consumed by time,
kick by life.

Silly dreams and horror toughts.
Everything destroyed by one simple question.
The most horrific question you ever asked me.
That changes everything.
That turned me a monster.
Just one question I couldn't answer,
and nobody else could,
and everything was changed.

Nothing else matters...
Because I didn't know to answer...
why this world should be saved?

This lead to everything else:
why this world deserves be saved?
why this world deserves anyone sacrifice in order to save it?
why would I sacrifice my-self for it?

And the terrible finding was... it doesn't.
And then everything lost its meaning.
And all the battles, all the pain, everything began to hurt strongly.

Because they do not deserve.
And because they will bite you hand since you are not caressing anymore.
Because no one will ever care if they hurt you or don't.

And everyone that gives love, and sacrifices one-self, and fight for the people
are nothing but fool.