ATH; 161! The' Lie of The-Gods.

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Honest facts that I always considered crap, now reap thousands of souls. Harp harmony that was originally melodious, turned into a broken one. The alluring chirping of the doves, now they are chirping with different voices. What I honestly hoped for from happiness was a lasting desire, but all I got was an example of memory. Downstream and downstream the rubbing bamboo makes me difficult. The atmosphere of darkness comes to take this illusory soul. The blue ocean that is now the most melancholy place, the shackles of the past that bind you. You cannot always think of something.

What else that makes you look at the abyss other than the depths of the abyss? Or how long it will take you to get acreage, how many pain you will experience, and how scary the abyss is wide open preparing to take the human way of life. Step by step continued, in her disheveled white dress that looked pitiful, she gripped the pitch black pearl with sorrow. Oh, Immaculate pearl, how you now become a soul-devouring pearl?

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The orange and white woven fabric fluttered, the most beautiful flowers formed the place; wheat grain ready to be accumulated, dry corn that is lifeless, or about the towering rock hill behind it. In the nimble flow of the river, a splash of water created that made a swishing sound. Fish jumping, birds chirping, the smell of bread that is fragrant in a small cabin can always attract attention. Unknowingly, the pearl that I was holding on to cracked and began to deteriorate. The pearl that was originally spotless, became pitch black, a pearl which symbolizes many meanings, has now become ebony and I stared at the dark pearl silently.

The pearls fall on the grassy incline to the deepest crevasse. The pearls that I hoped to last a long time, in fact, always fell in the same place. I ignored the various screams I could hear. Solace sought that waft in the soul, like a mere wishful thinking, even though the feeling is really real. The wind blows, thousands of souls fly along with the wind. Bereavement has trapped me in the cold, bound my heart in silence. I searched for my flawless pearl in seclusion. The white pearl that I always carry with me in a velvet box. Carved roses beside him, always cannot defeat the pearls. That pearls shimmered, blinding my eyes. I was hypnotized by the beauty, until I forgot the darkness. What is lost comes back, what once came is now gone.