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  1. My time has come
    there is only one way now.
    The choice I must make
    Holding the knife so tightly,
    I close my eyes.
    I feel the pain of the blade cutting across my guts,
    I know it will be a long and painfull death,
    But I fear it not for I am ready.
    How got to this point is no longer important.
    Now there is no pain left.
    I have left me
    wating my mortal body die as I begin the acceend
    I long for what's about to come.
    100% Beast.
    I am Alphe and Omega...The begining and the end
  2. The Palace
    by Rudyard Kipling

    When I was a King and a Mason -- a Master proven and skilled --
    I cleared me ground for a Palace such as a King should build.
    I decreed and dug down to my levels. Presently, under the silt,
    I came on the wreck of a Palace such as a King had built.

    There was no worth in the fashion -- there was no wit in the plan --
    Hither and thither, aimless, the ruined footings ran --
    Masonry, brute, mishandled, but carven on every stone:
    "After me cometh a Builder. Tell him, I too have known."

    Swift to my use in my trenches, where my well-planned ground-works grew,
    I tumbled his quoins and his ashlars, and cut and reset them anew.
    Lime I milled of his marbles; burned it, slacked it, and spread;
    Taking and leaving at pleasure the gifts of the humble dead.

    Yet I despised not nor gloried; yet, as we wrenched them apart,
    I read in the razed foundations the heart of that builder's heart.
    As he had risen and pleaded, so did I understand
    The form of the dream he had followed in the face of the thing he had planned.

    * * * * *

    When I was a King and a Mason -- in the open noon of my pride,
    They sent me a Word from the Darkness. They whispered and called me aside.
    They said -- "The end is forbidden." They said -- "Thy use is fulfilled.
    "Thy Palace shall stand as that other's -- the spoil of a King who shall build."

    I called my men from my trenches, my quarries, my wharves, and my sheers.
    All I had wrought I abandoned to the faith of the faithless years.
    Only I cut on the timber -- only I carved on the stone:
    "AfterT me cometh a BuilderT. Tell him, I too have known!"
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  3. Deep within the darknes of my soul is a hunger,
    a hunger wanting to escape the prison of self,
    longing to cast away the shakels of captivety,
    awaiting to set my spirit free.

    within me is will to escape the life I live when I am awake.
    I know the light is there and I catch a glimpse of it every now and then.
    I fight to to be released, I want my freedom like never before.

    I close my eyes, and dream for a while,
    I feel the power of enlightment shine through me,
    and I know the time is here,
    I know my time has come.

    Finally I am free