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timeless, like the moon [any]

Posted by e g y p t on February 6, 2009, 8:41 pm
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If only these silly creatures knew of the dangerous shadow that lurks over the magnificent Egypt. Of the walking contradiction Egypt is. If only they knew her secrets, knew what she could or should say. But Egypt, as timeless as the moon, will remain quiet. Egypt is strong. Egypt is silent. This is Egypt, like the endless stoic sands and the high-rising pyramids. This is beauty. She had been here since the beginning, hidden in the golden rays of the sun and slithering between the hoof-engraved sand. She had watched it all, the friendships, the forbidden romances, the corruption pursing through the land like a deep flowing river. She had watched it all with her feline eyes, that slippery smirk placed on her lips. She was here now, standing atop a hill in this land she could never escape. Her pelt, sleek and glossy, shone like the sun, her eyes, as dark as isolation itself, looking towards the sky, as if waiting to see another cloud pass by. There is nothing sorrowful in her eyes, nothing in there but mischief, and that emotion had bore through her entity since she was young, since Egypt had risen in all her glory. There would always be mischief because without it she was just another mindless mare following a questionable king. Her ability to play games stemmed from the very earth she lived on, it coursed through her body like spider webs, wrapping others in her web of deceit and ultimately tearing them apart. But Egypt wasn’t a monster. There were others who would dig their claws into the soil and spread their evil that way. There were monsters, Egypt knew, there had always been monsters, and before monsters were created there had been darkness. Unknown. And that was far scarier than the monsters. Those black holes that tear into our universe into our souls…they are far more damaging. Egypt gets her inspiration from the darkness. She was born from it, she was raised high above it and she knows that someday, buried in a tomb, she will go back to it. But until then she is here, with those feline eyes and the serpentine smirk. She is here, standing alone upon the tallest hill, with the wind in her hair and the sun to her back. She is here because there is nowhere else she could be. She is here because this is home. E G Y P T so keep beating, keep that sweet heart of yours beating

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Message Thread: timeless, like the moon [any] - e g y p t February 6, 2009, 8:41 pm the sun is older - Ap. Huyana February 7, 2009, 10:00 pm « Back to thread

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