Beyond defense against the beast, a placid calm I come to reach.
The outer courts are not my place, but topaz, diamond, and lazuli’s.
Yet past my room, annually, enters one who atones. Pouring out the sins of those who would make rage alone.
To stay yourself the best of you is humbled to below,
Apocalypse to be brought down from who you hate to show.
Who are we, really…?
Who am I…? Name me!
She which would create the new world[Artist] · edited
A yellow pale comes over you, and though you grasp at your receptacle, the bile uncontainable spews from lips too weak to dam the flow.
A warning, better heeded early, may save one from anguish unto death. A joy in contrast may carry you through the turmoil. I wear no mask, but what do your friends see in the shameless smiles of the blood soaked teeth I bear, guiding you toward strength borne from pain?
Who are we, really…?
Who am I…? Gain me!
human template angel[Designer] · edited
You are I, el jefe.
If it weren’t for all your colors, the white light would be incomplete.
Though I am still fully human, I have come to see the light of Gαωd for my true self.
So, I will ask you alongside my brothers and sister.
Who are we, really…?
Who am I…? Claim me!
MIkEL[Bug Hunter]
I am a defender of the heavens who wields a good offense. With this blame upon my shoulders, Gαωd’s burden is less.
You know my name, much of my truth, but less the inner thoughts. I may make war, and though I thrive there, truth is, I want to ever lie.
Who are we, really…?
Who am I…? Aim me!
There's a cute plushie in all groceries?!!
@willwang22Will I know what that plush is. Surprising to see a certain pegasus in IM.
Æven transmission incoming…100% Æven SYS opening…100%
Beyond defense against the beast, a placid calm I come to reach. The outer courts are not my place, but topaz, diamond, and lazuli’s. Yet past my room, annually, enters one who atones. Pouring out the sins of those who would make rage alone. To stay yourself the best of you is humbled to below, Apocalypse to be brought down from who you hate to show. Who are we, really…? Who am I…? Name me!
A yellow pale comes over you, and though you grasp at your receptacle, the bile uncontainable spews from lips too weak to dam the flow. A warning, better heeded early, may save one from anguish unto death. A joy in contrast may carry you through the turmoil. I wear no mask, but what do your friends see in the shameless smiles of the blood soaked teeth I bear, guiding you toward strength borne from pain? Who are we, really…? Who am I…? Gain me!
You are I, el jefe. If it weren’t for all your colors, the white light would be incomplete. Though I am still fully human, I have come to see the light of Gαωd for my true self. So, I will ask you alongside my brothers and sister. Who are we, really…? Who am I…? Claim me!
I am a defender of the heavens who wields a good offense. With this blame upon my shoulders, Gαωd’s burden is less. You know my name, much of my truth, but less the inner thoughts. I may make war, and though I thrive there, truth is, I want to ever lie. Who are we, really…? Who am I…? Aim me!