Diary of Sin

[MujaHiD]

It was not the life we were in need, it was just the life that our intutions were in search for.

Girls and boys, together, having no clue about the after-life, playing, dancing, kissing each other and we were pretending not to know about getting old, death, soil though we were afraid, though it was hurting us, we were just pretending not to know.

Satan was not planning over us anymore, because he knew that we had better plans, he knew we could plan better anymore.

We were listening some old timers songs being unaware of the pain they paid for us under the soil finally where we would make our homes, maybe finally where we would feel the same...

But our plans were unplanned, our sins were unforgivable, we were completing each missing part of our lives with mistakes. There was nothing to describe our hopeless situations better than the way we used our minds. It was not helping us differ from animals, on the contrary it made us animals. We were so poor. We had no excuse. We were just walking over the sin, crashing the heaven promised upon the promise we gave but never could keep. We were dying man... dying...

Minare, from "The diary of Sin" ...

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MujaHiD

Şehidan , Ey Şehidan !

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Adjectives, adverbs, nouns, phrases, essays, poems, whatever there was relating to literature, they were all conflicting to us, working against us. We were escaping like Linklerin Görülmesine İzin Verilmiyor
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Daphne from Apollo

. With no reason were we left to keep hopes alive, we had no reason to stand by life…

That is the diary of Sin in which thousands had commited suicide, in which Human ate aples from the tree of Sin, where Linklerin Görülmesine İzin Verilmiyor
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Croesus

(Karoon) was bellied up with his treasure and Linklerin Görülmesine İzin Verilmiyor
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Pharoah

’s last penitential obedience didn’t work in the middle of Red Sea.


What we most liked was the never ending dislike we felt for us, the cruel guards of hell wouldn’t feel like us, they would pity us and carry waters from the oceans to ease the pain we had under the bitter fires of torments. We were always questioning life, we never asked who we were, why we were created and by whom. That is how we were being destroyed, that is how we destroyed.

We were never right with flowers, tulips, roses. Thorns made us happy like kids. Temples, Mosques and Churches seemed better when they were empty. That is why we were sometimes fair. We didn’t leave our sins and get cleaned there for example.

Sure we were sunk, sure we were ill, sure we were death, sure everything were working against us and we would never stand by life. We were escaping, destroying the whole order, we were looking for our dreams after anarchism… Just in the center of Sin, we were dying man, we were dying…

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"The Diary Of Sin"

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MujaHiD

Şehidan , Ey Şehidan !

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Sure the blue depths they were, calling over and over.
I Was surpassing over the every single hope that was based upon my life.
Nothing, no, not, won't, can't, but...
were the most lovely words we memorized,
through the ladders; we used to escape
and through the door it was
when we were always out of success.

One h, five w ;
enough to explain the mud,
the darkness we were crawling inside.
How, when, where, what, which, why...
The questions were streaming like the boats over the river
which I named , the conscious river beside.

And those lines are the diary of sin for what I lost all the martyrs I growed inside
and I will always be ready to lose the rest, and get lost of your sight

Minare

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MujaHiD

Şehidan , Ey Şehidan !

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And those lines are the diary of sin for what I lost all the martyrs I growed inside
and I will always be ready to lose the rest, and get lost of your sight

Thanks for all these excellent sentences..

Really amazing how the words here are connected in such an order that they express much more meanin than what they have actually.

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