The Rain Pours Down.

On his cold, hard grave. i'm so upset and scared, yet i don't know who to blame. the box is lifted up, and placed into the hole. and it seems to tell the story, of his troubled life told.

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Short Stories: Why Exist? Part 5 - Chapter 2

I saw my mother's funeral where all her friends and her family members stood around her deep grave in great grief.

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Chasing the Sun - Chapter 34: Dull Glints of Light

His innocent fourteen-year-old self was visiting giovanni's grave with his parents. he remembered feeling sad, but he just started talking to giovanni like usual.

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Contents of Epilogue

Seeping soil of filth as they commend the floating lantern of amaranth, of our century-old blood-tainted creed of golden hilt and lime-like so crimson-crying blade which can't... ...cannot and won't... ...cut deep through the graves

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Eternal Door: Miracle Maker Part Three

While it was technically within the graveyard it was more off to the side with no graves nearby and was elevated much higher than the graves. the tree was large and weather beaten, it had an ancient feel to it.

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From Cyanide, with Love

Let's cure the future, in anger raise the arms, drop the bombs rally the troops and dig the graves.

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Poem for my Deceased Lover

Flown to space by what callous earth destroyed, i chase the long-flying radio waves, and sift to find again your breathing voice far away from grief and a potter's grave.

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I Dream of the Deep

The towers sink into depths most cold, no force on earth can remove from wat'ry graves, should i go searching your secrets and seek the truth?

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Your perfect weapon

Ill be your bullet ill be your knife ill be the shield that saves your life ill be the one that kills in waves ill be the one who digs the graves the weapon you wanted i will be my endless slaughter none shall remain free nothing shall stand before

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Zootopia: Tragedy and Friendship Part. 2

Nick didn't flinch whatsoever at the rabbit's words, still staring blankly at the grave he responded coldly. "...does it matter?"

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The whispering shadow

Is this my grave or a new day. will the gods show me the way or will i fall and my fate be ended

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Rebirth from hell

Watching as you ripped out my heart all the pain it will never subside but i will never vanish with the tide i took it all thinking it was love above all i held you above but i'm done with the pain that you gave all the fear i had i put it in a grave