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The Last Sunset by Orald, literature
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The Last Sunset
“Mr. Heinrae, though I must apologize for being the one to make this shocking revelation to you in your current condition but as is, there is nothing that can be done. The wounds you sustained during the accident are too severe-the surgeon has declined to operate on the basis of potential loss of blood. Is there anything you would want done as per your entitlement to a last wish?”
“Mr. Heinrae, is there any wish, anything you would want carried out as your last wish? I repeat for the last time: is there anything you would want done? No. Very well then, I take my leave of you good Sir. A pleasant day to-”
“Suns
Sassi Punnu by Orald, literature
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Sassi Punnu
Sassi Punnu
Once, A long time ago-maybe 800 Years-In the Deserts Of Thal a lone figure could be seen, and it is there that a storm raged, not a dust storm moving the dunes of the desert, but one within this man, a man betrayed by fate, as he stood over the lifeless figure of his beloved, dead since a few days. Grief stricken, the man looked upon the site, a woman, his love, lost to love, lost to the world; a woman who floundered in the desert for the sake of whom, himself, she loved and even now, in death-Her beauty, striking while the blood coursed through her veins, was to be even more regal; more striking. The body, the flesh, burnt upon
Fire by Orald, literature
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Fire
FIRE
Oh Lord! What Tragedy Be It?
That The Fire, Alighted With Purpose Such!
The Spirit, Undying, Conceived, With Passion Such!
By The Greatness Of One, August As Thee….
Burn That, Sought Which, It, To Protect There as,
Ablate That, The Sistine Sky, Which Meant To Shelter.
How Be It Then, Lord, Dearest Of All?
That Purpose Meant, Was Never Fulfilled!
And Man, The Fire Undying-Sit Still, Dorsal, On It’s Throne!
What Mischance Or Mishap, Then, Be It?
That The Chapel, Artful, Thy, Creation,
Burn, For-Ever More, In It’s Wake!
Oh Lord! Wisest Of Sages All, How Dost It Be:
That Architect, Of Nature, Such As Thine;
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.........for How Long Will You by Orald, literature
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.........for How Long Will You
Words, that oft come to mind, of despair
Never, really, are; put to the sword of the tongue
Thoughts formed oft, out of reliance
Shall never truly be, but shapeless haunts of the mind
Things felt, of love and of despair, of hopelessness
Shall always be, but firm imprints on a hardened slate
Life given, of devotion and of things unbeknownst
Can never really be, but smoke in wisps, to a fairer mind
With the heart, shattered ages past, a thought is spoken
How long will you break, a thing already broken?
With a limb already broken, how far will you travel?
With a life already given, how long can you exist?
For a soul already given, w
How Do You Confess......... by Orald, literature
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How Do You Confess.........
How do you confess
To the lies that never were spoken
How do you convey
That which never could make a difference
How do you express
That which is devoid of time
How, yourself, do you deceive
When lying was never your choice
How, yourself, do you avoid
When making devoid, yourself of yourself, is not possible
How, ever, do you haunt time
When haunting can not turn back the time
How, ever, do you call it a day
When calling it a day, never really mattered
How, can you, do you forfeit
That which was never meant to be abandoned
How will you, ever, humble out
When humbling out was never your option
How long can you, do you, beg
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