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Mistrust of The Future [Leanne&Zephyr]
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"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
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For the next round of Fate Tournament and also a vent
For losing someone that I held high. Not much to say otherwise.
Sonnet 17 by W.S.
Leanne = Someone from the past that died from killing herself.
Zephyr = Blames himself and lives in the past though ages through the years.
Other 2 guys that appear = Zephyr aged.
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Sonnet 17 - William Shakespear
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies:
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers yellow'd with their age
Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.
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Footage: Resonance of Fate
Song: Tyler Ward & Max Schneider - How to Save A Life
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
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For the next round of Fate Tournament and also a vent
For losing someone that I held high. Not much to say otherwise.
Sonnet 17 by W.S.
Leanne = Someone from the past that died from killing herself.
Zephyr = Blames himself and lives in the past though ages through the years.
Other 2 guys that appear = Zephyr aged.
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Sonnet 17 - William Shakespear
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies:
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers yellow'd with their age
Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.
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Footage: Resonance of Fate
Song: Tyler Ward & Max Schneider - How to Save A Life