Sunday, January 22, 2006

:: fxhnd. ::

"mourn not the loss of countless earnings
nor the repeat of lives through burn

leave not thy tears of yearning
plans within others, the flow thus churn.

heed not the words of a lover
flowers rot unto heart stained blue

fashioned the eyes of the fighter
skin turned crust, stone upon steel thus grew.
"

- 22/1/06

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There is no pain. You will all soon see.

Ya-hyya chaouhhada;

Long live the fighters.


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spoken. at 6:46 PM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."