| I no longer profess to be God. God is better than me. |


125In 1925, I placed a bet and lost.125
Golden hues with their blackened spores Of pigmented wings, crisp like the Sunshine of the alkali flats.
Malcolm, Malcolm! You just broke the world record!
The dust of the flats refuses to settle, Encircled by the hopelessly lost butterflies of the oasis.
With two hundred dollars in his bag, The champion flags down a ride home to his family in Missouri.
It is 1925, and the woken crows are hungry.


EpitaphSome will tell me my son Was not justified in his actions, But I know he acted out of defence for his Mother, Not out of vehement hate. It is no easy task, safeguarding a Planet, Especially when it is still its own sentient being.Epitaph
I do not condemn him, just as I do not condemn the people. There would be none left if he had had his way, But I could not allow such bloodshed and loss.
If one survives, he understands. If there are none, the cycle repeats.
My kingdom and my crown. I protect them both to the highest accord, But I also trust my i


Folly's AfterthoughtWhy did I survive?Folly's Afterthought
I have seen my people rise, and fall, And I am left alone. The land looks how it did when I was a child; It is unspoilt, clean, pure, Like the damned newborns that were wiped out moments ago.
I can see it now. I do not feel burdened by the loss of all I knew, Rather, I feel liberated. There is no trace of existence left. No trace but my own.
Still, I cannot shake this feeling that perhaps, Perhaps I should not be. Why were we all not rid from this land?
I could pray to the Gods for an answer, But they will n
peace from Brazil.
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Saint?
xxx
i've got a couple of versions of Astrotrain, Purple, white(Japanese) and original box art.
how should i send them, VIA hotmail?
later.
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