<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17248308</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:57:28.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From beneath you, it devours. The hate ate me...</title><subtitle type='html'>The hate grows beneath the skin, like a seed, feeding from the worst feelings of the human being. those feelings grew too quick inside me. it devoured me, now i´m dead inside, so fuck off!! ¬¬</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claychild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17248308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claychild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ß£äçk Ðîämønd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14202474885608052905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17248308.post-113173017506555122</id><published>2005-11-11T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T09:29:35.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cronicas de muerte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fearless, I appear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;careless, I fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the memory stills, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hurts the being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cutting the shadow, to come back no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sharped crystals burn the skin&lt;br /&gt;the monsters drive me in&lt;br /&gt;the snakes are all over the place&lt;br /&gt;feels like they run over my face&lt;br /&gt;shelters fall down, in firedrowers broke, flaming&lt;br /&gt;it´s free, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world of my creation&lt;br /&gt;the people of my destrution&lt;br /&gt;the religions I ignore&lt;br /&gt;everything is taking control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don´t appear to be myself&lt;br /&gt; just a shadow of what I was&lt;br /&gt;the memory is hurting again&lt;br /&gt;In that shadow, I fall over the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won´t beg, not  anymore. I realized the moon and the sun aren´t dancing for me, but I can dance for them. Strings rise from above the dead body, feeding the dead mind... Death is all that´s left.... death, death, death... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17248308-113173017506555122?l=claychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claychild.blogspot.com/feeds/113173017506555122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17248308&amp;postID=113173017506555122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17248308/posts/default/113173017506555122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17248308/posts/default/113173017506555122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claychild.blogspot.com/2005/11/cronicas-de-muerte.html' title='Cronicas de muerte...'/><author><name>ß£äçk Ðîämønd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14202474885608052905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17248308.post-112818649449915634</id><published>2005-10-02T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:55:21.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorias olvidadas</title><content type='html'>Una vez, mi vida parecia ser algo facil. Mas alla de ciertos detalles sin mucha importancia, me sentia "bien". Luego de vivir esa mentira, desperte un dia, y me di cuenta de que nada era lo que parecia ser. Mis supuestos amigos me habian clavado una daga en la espalda, y en el corazon, pero solo en ese instante pude ver claramente la sangre recorriendo mi piel, mis venas vaciandose, hasta morirme desangrado.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos que dijeron estar ahi cuando los necesite, mas estaban ahi solo por interes. Pobres ignorantes. A pesar de todo lo que me hicieron, todabia les tengo lastima. Algun dia puede que se den cuenta de lo que hicieron, de lo que hacen y no lo vuelvan a hacer, por que puede que en su corta vida encuentren otro como yo, pero no sentira lastima, solo odio, el que yo senti al principio.&lt;br /&gt;Mi primer pensamiento fue derramar su supuestamente "inocente" sangre, pero luego me dije a mi mismo que era algo demasiado facil, no tenia la gracia de la venganza; podria mirarlos agonizando por dentro, mientras por fuera mostraban el rostro de la alegria, falsa alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Asi que durante el tiempo, lo unico que pensaba era como hacerlos sufrir como ellos me habian hecho sufrir a mi. Fue satisfactorio, hacerlos sufrir, demostrandoles a ellos y al resto de los otros ilusos sus debilidades, para luego no verlos nunca mas. Fue algo muy gratificante, la venganza casi siempre lo es; salvo cuando se te devuelve lo que hallas hecho, como a mi me paso. Ahora me lamento, pero arrepentido no estoy, valieron la pena los tormentos que sufri, el dolor por el que atravese, el abismo al que cai y sigo callendo, con tal de ver en sus rostros solo muerte y desolacion...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17248308-112818649449915634?l=claychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claychild.blogspot.com/feeds/112818649449915634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17248308&amp;postID=112818649449915634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17248308/posts/default/112818649449915634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17248308/posts/default/112818649449915634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claychild.blogspot.com/2005/10/memorias-olvidadas.html' title='Memorias olvidadas'/><author><name>ß£äçk Ðîämønd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14202474885608052905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17248308.post-112803591074725452</id><published>2005-09-29T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T16:19:46.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Guardian - Blood Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;Welcome to my realm&lt;br /&gt;We are both condemned to live&lt;br /&gt;It's a dark fate&lt;br /&gt;(I can hear your calls&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your calls)&lt;br /&gt;THE ETERNAL LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it still burns&lt;br /&gt;Each night I cry in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive&lt;br /&gt;Though the end appears my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt; And blood tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;You've searched and you've found&lt;br /&gt;Cut off your old friends hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt; My mind's&lt;br /&gt;In frozen dreams&lt;br /&gt;The rotten flesh&lt;br /&gt;Of bitter lies&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to where time stands still&lt;br /&gt;Noone leaves and noone ever will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't hold it&lt;br /&gt;It burns&lt;br /&gt;Each night I cry in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt; And blood tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Endless grief remained inside&lt;br /&gt;And blood tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Endless grief remained inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so clearly&lt;br /&gt;Bent the bow&lt;br /&gt;Cause life in me is gone&lt;br /&gt;And a cruel wind's blowing cold&lt;br /&gt;And a cruel wind's blowing cold&lt;br /&gt;In blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life it shall wane&lt;br /&gt;Each night I cry in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blood tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Endless grief remained inside&lt;br /&gt;Cut off your old friends hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17248308-112803591074725452?l=claychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claychild.blogspot.com/feeds/112803591074725452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17248308&amp;postID=112803591074725452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17248308/posts/default/112803591074725452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17248308/posts/default/112803591074725452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claychild.blogspot.com/2005/09/blind-guardian-blood-tears.html' title='Blind Guardian - Blood Tears'/><author><name>ß£äçk Ðîämønd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14202474885608052905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17248308.post-112802067070203386</id><published>2005-09-29T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:04:30.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Welcome"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hola a todo el que lea esto. No soy bueno para dar bienvenidas, asi q conformense ¬¬... este blog lo hago x q estoy demasiado al pedo y bueno, este es el resultado ^^. para los q no me conozcan, cuando lean lo q tengo q escribir van a saber un poqito d mi vida, pero muy poco :P&lt;br /&gt;recien en la prox entrada voy a escribir algo mejor... asi q hasta luego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17248308-112802067070203386?l=claychild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claychild.blogspot.com/feeds/112802067070203386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17248308&amp;postID=112802067070203386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17248308/posts/default/112802067070203386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17248308/posts/default/112802067070203386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claychild.blogspot.com/2005/09/welcome.html' title='&quot;Welcome&quot;'/><author><name>ß£äçk Ðîämønd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14202474885608052905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
