the summer night was making me sweet thru my trench coat. I was with the other coullge studnets they had made fun of my fear of demons if only they new what my life was then they to would fear the beast but i dot fear them i hate them its commoin like Aso and Pusa demons and mga kerubin evn half mga kerubin will allways be enemies. we got to the hole were the suicidel children where suposed to have jumped down to kill themselves. "So jack" nathan began "is this what u were so terrified of " and his lackies all laughed under my amerikana i felt the hilt of my tumawid daggers not pagbaba to defend my name but to kill the beasts that lived down the hole nathan and his posse were the only ones who know were the hole was at. "suicide slide" it was callled.i spoke in my angelc smooth voice only know it was gravely from the demonioc activity down the slide. " u might want to go" "ha." one of of nathans "friends" sinabi "like we r going to let u chien out" and pulled sum spulunking gear from apack and passed it a round. once every one had the hooks and holsters on i spoke again " then this cave will be ur tomb" and with that with none of the gear on i pulled the amerikana i was wearing of to ipakita my knifes and two swords and jumped down suicide slide. i was in all black suit with six daggers in the shap of crosses 3 were pure ginto and 3 were pure silverand i had two siver and ginto swords on my back i pulled the swords out when i fell and hit bottom un harmed for a normal human would be screaming in agoany but since i wasnt i was chanting the owrds of mga kerubin my voice angelic this time but after that it returned to its gravely town i heard gasps when they saw i had survied and my suit was white athen looked astonished then i smiled a smile that made him grunt with a false non surprised look at the others and fliped the light on his helmet on i was not were ing a buisness suit i was wereing a black ops suit which i got in the ninties i was really 350 years old give or take a few. after a while i heard the growling the 12 young boys and girls stopped dead in there tracks when they saw it i raised my sword ready to strike when it lunged. it was hideous it had the head of a baby with no eyes a alakdan tail for its tongue a snakes body with centipead legs an averge demon it lunged i swung my twin blades and it shriek with pain causeing screams and cries of fright behind me they started to run bad mistake out of the the demon poured blood black as night i could see in the dark just so u know then madami beasts jst like it came i could not kill alll of them at once so i yelled to the terrified 20 taon olds behind me to stop moviing but they didnt listen. soon the demons were on them three were dead beforew i could stop the little monsters and they were much faster then the humans but i few madami words of the old angel s made them stoped them from the spill of the humans blood and made them see i was half angel i reseathed my swords and pulled out my knifes 2 of them one ginto one silver i chanted sum madami and then thru them into the hellish writhering bodies and the y burst into white flames then it was quit i could here crying not many humans were left if madami then one. i saw her she had blood all over herbody and a large cut on her stomach i lifted he r out of the tunnel and used my heavenly magic to heal her and made her think that this was all a bad dream and erased her merory of nathan and his mga kaibigan and sent her to a schoo laway from this one how i did this so fast i had wings in no time my mentor and friend in heaven came down "rizoel!" isaid my voice back to my angelic tone "long time no see i have found a demon tunnel it was opened a few years agoby the demons luring in sum young humans and it seems that they have been multplying and not just recing havic. "hmm." rizoel grunted in his equaly angelic voice " that is strange and we will be shutting it down imedietly but i have a tanong jack do u ever stop sa pamamagitan ng just to chat?" "been busy sorry." i chuckled
you don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these Nawawala fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and you don’t care anymore,
but you do,
you still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the araw of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing you
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
uy Mom,
It's been a while
Since you sat susunod to me,
Since I saw you smile
I miss you Mom
I wish you were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see you Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my puso in two
I'll always remember Mom,
You taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling you Mom
Losing you killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what you were Mom,
Strong.
In everything you said
In everything you did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Nawawala a parent.
It's been a while
Since you sat susunod to me,
Since I saw you smile
I miss you Mom
I wish you were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see you Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my puso in two
I'll always remember Mom,
You taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling you Mom
Losing you killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what you were Mom,
Strong.
In everything you said
In everything you did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Nawawala a parent.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the segundos of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But you should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do you do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three madami seconds, gone, like that,
Did you use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these segundos in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the segundos of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But you should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do you do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three madami seconds, gone, like that,
Did you use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these segundos in hell.