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On the hunt they fly,
On wings of silent grace,
On the hunt they fly,
All knowing, all seeing,
On the hunt they fly,
Over the field..
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If an Angel appears before you,
Held out his hand and said “come join me, I’ll show you
where the heavens meet the earth”
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I stand before the golden gates,
Watching the others sing and play,
In my care they play
I stand before the dying
Watching as the..
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i will stand by you as a guardian
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there is grace in words
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this is a story that me and a friend throw back and forth trying to find which one would run out of things to say first
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As the sun starts to rise over the
rolling hills. As the light hits his white wings, a tear starts form on his
face as he holds the lifeless bod..
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i am a hunter, forever blessed with the task of hunting my cursed bothers. Lost in a world I never thought even existed. Haunted by memories of all w..
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Prologue
A man who looked no
older than 20 stood atop a giant tree in the centre of a huge forest, watching
the moon rise. When the moon had..
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Chapter 1
My name is Michael
Lupus at age 13 I find out that my mother and godfather were both killed in a
car accident. My father went miss..
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