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Post by Osterreich on Apr 30, 2010 15:33:20 GMT -5
((Yeah, idk, just randomly felt like playing Gilbo... pfff )) Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the worldShhh... shhh... shh... Sand shifted over it's sister grains in an errie movment of sound, a disturbance to the quiet of the night that had settled among the Kalahari dunes at this hour. The sound was like disturbing a graveyard, it was out of place, shouldn't be done. It could make a listener hold their breath in anticipation, wondering, waiting for the next move to be made, tensing as it is. But as soon as the sound started, it stopped, leaving a deathening silence, that hurt one boys ears. Ironicly the same boy who had been making the shifting sounds in the first place. That was probably why he wasn't botherting to tread lightly, for the sound in the dark was more welcoming than the cold nights tentecle embrace to freeze his blood alone in silence that popped his ears. It was better that way... The male that had been making the noise was now sitting in a slouched position against a rock, explaining the lack of sound from his form now. A thin form he did have though, a pitiful excuse of skin and bone he dared to call a body, night winds easily tossing and ripping against that form. fur clinged to that body, naturally messy, yet not bad looking. In fact, the silvers of tresses waved in the wind and shined silver in the moons light, making them look quiet beautiful. They lacked their normal sheen now though, and were a bit duller than normal, sand clinging to the strands, as if he didn't even bother to try and clean his pelt. Silver tresses hung into the male's eyes, shadowing his face dark so it could not be seen. Ruby cut red eyes hid behind those shadows, half-lidded at the time. Claws white as his pelt currently tensed around the sand, only to have the grains slide between his claws. Why he was sitting there one couldn't know, but what ever the reason, he existed there now.
First sensation. Pain. Breathe in. Cling onto that breath, for he would never know if it would be his last. Air sets on fire as he feels his lungs burn, blister and feel like they will explode. The surface reappears on the dimming horizon of consciousness, seconds to spare in this timeless nightmare. Quickly. Breathe in. He does not let it escape his lips as he felt like he was again pushed and squeezed and tossed under like a rag doll. He knew he had no power, he thought he did, but it was nothing but an illusion. Now he knows as he hid eyes as he succumbed to giant's manipulation. His body was too weak to fight, his mind was too weak to resist, and he longed to give in and sink down down down. But like a lion playing with its food, his entertaining usefulness is not yet expired as he felt his shuddering, bluing, body dragged to the surface of consiousness again. He gasped while he could. Breathe in. As another thick fist pummels down on him; he knew he was defenseless against this beating. Even he cannot hear them, and the silence around himself has slithered inside, infecting his flicking mind, his fading will to survive and reaching into the deepest crevasses of that pitiful collection of bones and flesh that he dared to call a body. It was like he could feel the strong hands choke around his throat, bulging arms squeeze the life from hid lungs, icy tentacles freezing his blood, its huge presence crashing down on him in this one-sided wrestling match. He knew he was weak, powerless, empty as the pitiful remnants of consciousness are thrown around into his head. I....
Breathe in. Gilbert shook his head violently, trying to rid the pounding, dizzying, dragging feeling that was haunting him. Why did he feel this way? Why did it feel like the life was being yanked from his form, freezing his body, and his breath ripped from his narrow throat? Well, it was probably a combination of nervousness, the fact he hadn't slept more than an hour last night, and the fact he hadn't eaten much lately. All that seemed to have combined against him to make him feel like he was going to faint if this kept up, often causing him to stop and close his eyes to numb the pressing pains and annoyances. He was sure it would fade away, it had to, and it would. Maybe once he got distracted by something or someone else, then he'd be just fine... Right? Gilbert nodded to himself, deciding upon that. He raised his pounding head to look at his surroundings, sand dunes dyed silver by the night moon's light. He traveled far from his home, he thought vaugely. Not that he had much of a choice, he continued on bitterly, crossing his arms. "They just can't handle my awesome..." He muttered bitterly to himself, only speaking to himself to distract himself from how he was feeling. He wasn't getting sick, no, he was too awsome to get sick! Gilbert Beilschmidt didn't get sick. Ever.It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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Post by x [Shakes] x on Apr 30, 2010 16:14:32 GMT -5
(lol Ah. Hm.. lemmi think..) Long orange fur shifted slightly with the wind. Her bright blue eyes stared ahead of her as she walked carefully across the sand, not wanting to draw any attention to herself. She had scars over most of her body, though mainly around her neck and legs. Her tail was short, curently curled close to her body. The tip was missing, apparently it had been cut off. Her claws were a bit curved, though were fairly dull. Her ears were a bit longer than average, more pointed, currently perked up, listening. She knew well that the area was open and probably dangerous, so she was alert. She was always alert though, even when she was trying hard to relax. She didn't really know how to relax.
She stopped midstep, staring at a figure. She cocked her head and blinked, confused. Why would anyone be sleeping out here? Curious, she walked over, stopping a bit away from the kat. "Hello?" She asked quietly.
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Post by Osterreich on May 1, 2010 7:51:59 GMT -5
Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the world It was probably the distant 'hello' that caught his attention. Or was it really that distant? It may have, in fact, been really close, but his clouded mind was currently playing tricks on him, so he didn't believe it for a second. His eyes, on the other hand, worked just perfectly, and as he glanced up he saw that the figure who had spoken actually wasn't that far away from him as all. Her form was easily picked out as a female, long orange fur curling around her body that was scared from many incidents. Her ears were almost cat-like, pointing up at the time, searching for any slight soudn thatm ay echo across the night-silent sand dunes. She was alert, he noticed vaugely, paranoid like his brother, maybe. He, on the other hand, never bothered being alert for others. Why should he care, anyway? At first Gilbert had glared, red eyes narrows, but his expresion was quick to soften, and change into a more distant gaze for a silent moment. He said nothing for a while, before he quickly shook it off and force himself to stand up, standing straight-and-proud like he usually did. He even plastered that trade-mark grin on his face to boot. "Hello? Is that all you have to say in the presence of my awsome? How boring." He commented with a low chuckle. He always made sure that everyone in any proximity of him knew who his name was, so this was an issue with him. Though on any other day he probably would have ranted about how awsome he was, but rightnow, he was actually, for once, beginning to doubt his awsomeness. And it was that stupid aristocrats fault... idiot. "But since you seem not to know me, my name is Gilbert." Gilbert continued, ignoring his thoughts. He was still awsome! No matter what they said; He. Was. Awsome. End of story. A choked chuckle passed the albino's lips for a moment and he muttered, "I see I'm not the only one wondering out here by themselves..." He paused and blinked, then broke out in a choked laughter, "Ah, but who am I kidding! It's too much fun being alone anyway," He grinned wildly. With a last bark of laughter Gilbert silenced himself and looked at the female again. He vaugely wondered where the scars that marred her skin had come from. She reminded him of his littler brother Ludwig, always coming home with new battle wounds and scars. He sighed mentaly at the thought, but didn't let it affect his out-ward presence. He continued, "So... who are you anyway?" He finally asked, looking her over again with a scrutinizing eye. It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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Post by x [Shakes] x on May 1, 2010 11:25:53 GMT -5
The female blinked, tilting her head a bit as he started talking. He talked alot.. he could have just asked her name. She smiled a bit and stepped back. "Ah, hello.. I'm Vudu." She said quietly, watching him. She dragged a claw around in a circle in the sand for a minute, then looked up at him again. "What are you doing out here alone, anyway? It's not really safe."
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Post by Osterreich on May 1, 2010 21:13:36 GMT -5
Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the world "Vudu? Alright..." Gilbert replied with a nod, not really thinknig he had ever heard such an intresting name before. But he didn't care, he liked original and diffrent, he thought it was cool! That's what made him so awsome: becasue he was an albino! Or, as that aristocratic bastard called him, 'Socialy deranged idiot who just has diffrent fur and eye color than the rest of us'. but either way, he was awsome! At Vudu's next question, Gilbert simply scoffed and up turned his nose, grinning, "I'm alone because it's awsome being alone!" He replied, maknig a tone to sound like he was proud of this. "And dangerous? Pah, I'm awsome. No one can hurt me," He laughed. He did get in fights often, on that subject. Most of which he started, but... It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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Post by x [Shakes] x on May 1, 2010 21:16:03 GMT -5
Vudu raised an eyebrow slightly and stared at him. "Mh hm.. sure." She walked off a bit and looked around. After a minute she sat down and yawned.
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Post by Osterreich on May 1, 2010 21:19:42 GMT -5
Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the worldGilbert narrowed his eyes slightly, simply watching Vudu as she walked around, waiting untill she yawned and sat before demanding, "What to you mean by 'sure'?" He crossed his arms in a faux bout of annoyance and said, "Listen here you, I am Awsome, so-!..." Gilbert trailed for a moment and let his arms drift back down by his sides, glancing at the ground for a moment and almost pouting a bit, like a child in a way. This was stupid... It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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Post by x [Shakes] x on May 1, 2010 21:22:04 GMT -5
Vudu glanced back at him. "So, what?" She asked quietly, watching him.
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Post by Osterreich on May 1, 2010 21:52:37 GMT -5
Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the worldGilbert gritted his teeth together for a moment before his head snapped back up and he partially raised one arm in a curled fist and said proudly, "So--! So..." He trailed for a moment before he shook his head and said, "So nothing! That's it, I'm awsome! End of story!" He declared like he was proud of himself, placing his paws on his hips It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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Post by x [Shakes] x on May 1, 2010 21:54:58 GMT -5
Vudu nodded a bit and rolled her eyes. "You're odd.." She stood up again and turned around to face him. "Well, it's not safe out in the open like this. You should try to find a log or.. something."
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Post by Osterreich on May 1, 2010 21:59:11 GMT -5
Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the world 'You're odd' Gilbert simply laughed at that. He head heard all that and much worse before, little statements like that didn't bother him at all any more. "Tch. Why do you care, anyway?" He asked when she told him to go find a log or something since it was dangerous out here. He couldn't recall the last time anyone showed the vaugest concern about him.It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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Post by x [Shakes] x on May 1, 2010 22:00:48 GMT -5
Vudu shrugged a bit. "Is there a reason I shouldn't care?"
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Post by Osterreich on May 1, 2010 22:04:12 GMT -5
Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the world"If you wish to be like everyone else, yes" Gilbert muttered under his breath, assuming she wouldn't hear it. After that he simply and shrugged and replied clearly this time, "I don't know, I barely know you." You said simply, a good excuse in his mind It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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Post by x [Shakes] x on May 1, 2010 22:07:38 GMT -5
Vudu shrugged a bit. "Mh. Well, I'm finding somewhere to sleep. If you wanna come along I don't mind."
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Post by Osterreich on May 1, 2010 22:13:49 GMT -5
Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the worldGilbert scoffed and looked away from her, arms crossed again, "Why would I come when being alone is more fun?" He asked, like it was a tottaly unthinkable thing. He waited to hear her leave... He wouldn't follow if she did. Of course not! He was too awsome for that stuff. It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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