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Revival is utterly impossible within this world without first grasping on the process and purposes of why we all must die - or why one must be brought back to life.  "I have witnessed large amounts of decaying bodies as their gored corpses nearly touch the ceiling. Are these sacrifices even needed for something not even science nor the science of Philosophy can explain? We search and dwindle, not to mention tamper within God's mystical powers, that of which no human may."  The very idea of something that was once dead and rotten; now has a pulsing beat and can once more fill their lungs with oxygen is beyond taboo. I wonder why people ins

I don't want to breathe, I want to think. Every breath is compressing my lungs more and more each dying moment. I want to cry but instead I bleed, my heart is shaken and is still born, lacking any sense of life that gives a heartbeat. I take my own two hands and tear my jaw apart, each pull and rip of mussel as it separates releases more blood. Screams and gasp tightly strangle my throat. I feel the air getting lighter, is this heaven, or is this hell? The word,"Nothing" should be a comfort zone, for it means the end. This is where I have been placed, but somehow I get tossed into the middle of an ongoing war. Holding back the tears hurts, b

Hate is easy, Love takes courage. You branded my heart with your smile and paralyzed my legs and mind with each word you spoke. But, I still acted like I wanted nothing to do with you. Now, I feel like a troublesome creature for even asking you the question you asked me thousands of times, each time I shut you down. Somehow I feel we are the main characters in those romantic movies, the ones you thought were never real. I stayed away from you to protect me and you. I don't know how to be a proper girlfriend or just a friend. Going out with others never truly made me happy, I only thought it did, so I put up a fake romance. Even so, ever time