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Purify by pres-requin, literature

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Purify

You must purify yourself. Water is life, life is water. The orange will flush. Give yourself nectar, for in it lies purity. You must become muscle. For muscle is mind. You must shut yourself from the word around you. For learning yourself will open your eyes. You must hate only others that hate you. For you will receive their love. You must purify yourself.

L.t.O: The High Wind by pres-requin, literature

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The Dark Pariah: Prologue by pres-requin, literature

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The Dark Pariah: Prologue

This is an extract from my up-and-coming shortnovel called: The Tales of Slayer City: The Dark Pariah. It features the -rough- draft of the Prologue. The following tale takes place within Slayer City and follows the path of Ace, an Elden creature, in which he struggles to uncover and destroy an evil cult of Eldens known as “The Dark Pariah”. Ace’s main goal is to stop these Eldens breeding a new race into the world known as the “Dark Elden”. In Slayer City there are many races spanning from mortals to vampires and of course from Demons to Eldens. In the beginning when the races first started to appear there were war

Letters to Oblivion: Release by pres-requin, literature

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Letters to Oblivion: Release

How one day an aspiration can burn and wither, With every breath and every hope just blows the ashes away. In all it's pride and all it's joy and every piece of mind, How one day a failed aspiration can save your life. Believe how it was once said that, The will to teach is the will to learn. Believe how a failure can teach you more, Than to gain more than you can fail. Sometimes a recognised failure can bring release, It can bring hope and a new birth into piece of mind. Sometimes ignorance is better than truth, But the release is better gain. Sometimes when everything crushes you, Patience can cause the blocks to float away. S

Bed Rot by pres-requin, literature

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Bed Rot

I can smell myself bleeding I taste myself rotting I need escape Escape from this bed A denial of service A taking of life It rips apart And drains me clean I-----Can Feel Sacred anonamlies ripping my body APART-----We Find The answer is not within the truth I'll tell you why We can deny everything Bleed onto the bed Behold our rotting chambers and say, what we will do, what we really can't afford, when we die the last thing on our minds is living the past once more I-----Can Feel Sacred anonamlies ripping my body APART-----We Find The answer is not within the truth

My Ignorance by pres-requin, literature

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My Ignorance

I am your heart, and your soul, I will feed you to the lions, If you take too much control, it's insane. Fight in ever corner of the ring, it's all just the same, but when you fall to pieces, I will be here forever. When they say you lie! My ignorance, will rule me! When they say you die! My ignorance, will hold me! I am your lover, and your god, take what you need but have nothing to fear since I am the protector, of all that is evil. You bitch, I'll die, and you'll live. You'll live. When they say you lie! My ignorance, will rule me! When they say you die! My ignorance, will hold me! Arhhh Hate My Take it how y

A Personal Transgression: Pt.5 by pres-requin, literature

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A Personal Transgression: Pt.5

In a lifeless step, a gaze that will remember me. Like my own tears, the rain fell as I reached the brass. My brain was lunging itself in my skull, weeping but crying for me to perform. Almost willingly, the brass knocked the portal. An almost omniscient figure waited, a silhouette taking my hand. I knew what was to come, the pain crushed me at the thought of quitting. A sense of excitment but sorrow, drowning themselves, along with me. She had no words. I had no courage. Forthwith the silhouette dissapeared, along with the omniscience. Now a carved, frail image of myself, promises were no longer there to keep.

A Personal Transgression: Pt.4 by pres-requin, literature

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A Personal Transgression: Pt.4

And why don't you just tear me open now? Like I care that your insecurities are making me hurt. Instead everything that you stand for just injects into me. Well I'm not going to take this incipid nature any longer, it's finished. A mere fragment of my imaginative past. It's all just chipped from the bone of sorrow. I spit at you. And why don't you just give this game up? For years it's been gnawing at my leg. Now it's finally puckered up the courage and bit me where it hurts. So you see this as funny do you? Maybe I should give you a lesson. Or maybe I should let those crows peck at your head, maybe just until they break your skull

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Void by pres-requin, literature

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Void

As each thing departs myself, My soul vacuums something new back in. I am like a void, It grabs yet lets go just as easy. It's not secrets that I hold, But problems... problems. Knowing the answer is like, Choosing a solution from thousands, And thousands of options, Trying them all out until the key fits. Or until it drowns me to death. In public, people see me, But do not recognise me, I'm not so much invisble, But surrounded by an anti-touch box. I cannot be reached. I cannot be reached. I cannot be touched. I cannot be felt. I cannot be heard. I cannot be alive. I can only be a physical void.

Mistakingly Ignored by pres-requin, literature

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Mistakingly Ignored

I don't choose to be a second class fool, Becuase even fools have classes. I am a fool, but an honest fool. And if you choose to ignore me, Broken out of my cocoon, then I am no longer a fool. But I am undeservingly forgotten, mistakingly ignored. I am a part of something you class, PRINCIPAL Yet you go behind my back to do MY OWN ROLE In your stupid games. And when the curtains go up, And my part rises, And I fuck up, It's your BLOOD that will spill. Although I will not spill your physical blood, But mental 'fluids' that will mutinise, On your brain. And fuck you up as much as I am. Now who's the second class fool? But

Blurred Picture by pres-requin, literature

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Blurred Picture

You can never really see life in it's true light, they say life can't be lit, since it is the source of light. Life is a beautiful work of art, a gift whether given by god or science. It is a gift. When you look at life now, it's all blurred, like looking at a picture with tear filled eyes. Hatred, depression, fear all covers our eyes with tears. We can never see the gift. Life is the source of light, that creates all light, so the source of light can't be seen, but the things that illuminate as life, highlight, are the things that keep us on the track to understanding the source. We can't see life, but we see how it teaches us.

Give me a word of truth by pres-requin, literature

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Give me a word of truth

You have no idea that I know, The cunning ways inwhich you inflict your evil bite Upon boys, such as myself as your feelingless victims. You read people like you read the daily newspaper, but if you are that good at reading, why do you not see that we are actually feelingful victims. Lying is a line, marked with a red tape and stand, displaying the words, moral boundries set. If lying about love was a distance, you'd be thousands of miles past the tape. I might be stupid caring, even after all this time, but crossing that tape is like crossing my heart, with a slash of a sword. This is not a desperate love text, trying to grasp

Give me a word of truth Pt. 2 by pres-requin, literature

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Give me a word of truth Pt. 2

You still don't know, Becuase I still haven't told you. You contacted me asking for friendship again, Blaming your rage on other friend problems. You can't get more origional than that. Seriously, is lying how you fuel the essense that fills your life? You can't honestly insist on feeding upon a fake guilt. A fake guilt that you pass over me so that you can feed upon my feelingful kneck once again. Allthough I am educated to your heartless ways. And when I give you a tongue of truth, you give me a tongue of cheeck. Passing my truth off as though I am the culprit, As though MY words are poison and upsetting. Then you crawl back t

Life is short, Life is shit by pres-requin, literature

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Life is short, Life is shit

People say, that depression, is black. I say, depression is a mixture of all colours. Making the color black. A mixture of emotions making me feel depression. Blind desperation is words of a broken tale. But even the blind only see black. Our Mind memorizes sad and upsetting moments and experiences to teach us lessons and personal morals. But these images only re-cut the scars which cause black. Hense Life is short, life is shit.

Seethrough Child by pres-requin, literature

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Seethrough Child

He is not unseeable, but opaque. People know he is there but choose, Choose to look right through him, As if he is see through. He will move an object, And people will not stare, like a polterguiest has just acted. They know it's him. Such a good boy, A breath of fresh air, To the seeing eyes, The elder. He is predictable, like a tortoise, Only, at faster speeds. He walks through the corridors avoiding the bullies, Even though they choose not to see him. He thinks: Sometimes I can see right through myself. Right through myself. Now he has learnt the way of the seethrough, The Opaque. He embrases it's lifestyle and grasps

On the science desk by pres-requin, literature

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On the science desk

He leant against the desk, back pressed up sharp on the corner digging into his spine. His foot slipped causing him to use both hands as support on the surface. Science rooms were always awkward places, you know, bunsen burners and concentrated acids, anough to make a guy sweat without a hot girl jamming him against a desk. She licked her lips moving her thighs inwards. He knew she was hot, sweaty hot, and the girl every guy would pay hundreds to see rub herself on the internet hot, but that wasn't his problem, he knew what she wanted. Hormones were raging in her body, he could practically see them bouncing around in her thunder coloured eyes

On the science desk Pt. 2 by pres-requin, literature

Ever Falling - Downward Spiral by pres-requin, literature

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Ever Falling - Downward Spiral

Sometimes you slide, down one of those spirals, and as you do it spins. So you may look like you're moving, going ever and ever deeper, but really you're not even moving. It's like spinning around, when you stop you seem to move, your world is confusing you. And you can't stop. but really you're not even moving. Now it gets your wires fuming, that life is so misconceived, and we seem to fall so far, into depression, further and further, that really we're so messed up, we're not actually moving anywhere. but really you're not even moving. Really.

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Soul Reversal by Venaeli, literature

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Soul Reversal

Please think of me as a figment of your imagination, a fictional personality with a mind of its own, with no esoteric anchor amongst the living. Many believe that our bodies have a soul, an ethereal core buried deep within, rarely seen, our true selves, eternal, obscured by the flesh. Consider that I am the other way around, a ghost of a person, formed of thought and emotion, the memory and pain of the corporeal hidden within. If you dig too deeply, be prepared to ache, as you unearth a victimless crime scene, a vengeful wrath of the past that seeks resolution. It is the fire that fuels this spiritual machine, tucked safely away,

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Letters to Oblivion: Release by pres-requin, literature

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Current Residence: Manchester, UK
Favourite genre of music: All Metal
Operating System: Linux!
MP3 player of choice: iPod Touch
Shell of choice: FreeBSD
Wallpaper of choice: Children of Bodom
Favourite cartoon character: Mighty Mouse!!!
Personal Quote: Fuckin' Pickle Bitch!

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Rocky Horror Picture Show

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Machine Head/Lamb of God

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Half-Life 2

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Metal Music, Guitar, Writing

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10 Wishes

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This is a response to Paperl0l (https://www.deviantart.com/paperl0l)'s Journal "10 Wishes" 1) I wish Dimebag Darrel was still alive :( 2) I had the ability to stick at everything I did 3) People had more sense that indulgence 4) Selfishness was about self building, not self gain 5) Corrupt commercialised corporations and organisations will one day die out, leaving the little man to run the world. 5) I wasn't ill 6) People saw Heavy Metal as an art 7) I could be invisible when I choose to be (hehe) 8) Everything would always fall in place 9) That we would remove all ethics surrounding psychology experiments and science. 10) That everyone has to legally party on a s

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Feb 11, 2008

11th Feb 2008 Update

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Hey guys, long time no see... again. I guess from now on I'm just using deviant as something I can use whenever I need to come back to it. To be honest with you I'm way past my addictive days of dA where I used to just browse for hours and hours on end, and to be honest I've lost patience with a lot of things on the website. Anyway, I am going to keep coming back and updating monthly, uploading stuff in bulk and go on random commenting sprees. Yes, I will be continuing my "Requin Features" journal editions, don't you worry about that. Oh and as a little side-track please check out a friend of mine: ~Paperl0l (https://www.deviantart.com/paperl0l) He's a great artist mainly

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Sep 10, 2007

Requin Features: #1

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Over the course of the next couple of months I'm going to be doing feature journals, in which I'll link to my favourite dA friends, and pieces I think are worthy to appear in my journal *Evil Laugh*. Anyway, this is just basically for all you punters out there to check out what my friends are up to and what sort of stuff I'm into at the moment. Featured Friends ~KOTB (https://www.deviantart.com/kotb):iconscythe-works::iconchrisheyes::iconmosherman::iconVenaeli: Featured Pieces: The Sting of Jealousy by KOTB (https://www.deviantart.com/kotb). A great straight forward poem, directing all feelings towards a love that was lost, even though it was never gained. Reflections by chrisheyes (https://www.deviantart.com/chrisheyes). A grea

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kwjibo-deviations

Aug 21, 2008

Glad you returned to the fold!

Aug 21, 2008

The mighty wazzy himself. Thanks. You shall be seeing me a lot more, and if you're living in Bolton, we'll have to meet up some time, I'm round the corner in Heywood.

kwjibo-deviations

Aug 21, 2008

Maybe we can bump each other at Morrisons!

Paperl0l

Aug 19, 2008

Woah your alive! Hows life my brother from another mother?

I am. I'm okay, working in wales with my dad, which is where I'm posting this message from lol. Bit of sad news, I'm quitting Serafim, i've had enough of Gaz and Jamie's gig antics so that's me gone, they don't know yet but they will on friday.

How are you?

Paperl0l

Woah, i thought you loved thier antics. Where's abouts in wales? cos im moving to wales for Uni. Yea I got into uni!

going to bangor.