The Best Laid Plans-X/1999 MOVIE SPOILER WARNINGAt the top of Tokyo Tower, a soft wind blew amid the hard chaos of destiny that had just taken place. She had struck without warning, as she always had a tendency to do, laying a disappearing waste to the city that surrounded the tower, a waste that had taken too many good lives in her wandering aims. She was an odd deity, cruel only because that was life and she needed to live. She never asked to destroy on the lives of those beneath her, only intruded like a parasite, worming her way into the blood and causing those infected by her to do anything to be free of her grip. And now she looked out at the top of Tokyo Tower, to the bent man kneeling among rubble that was no longer there and broken weapons, cradling the severed head of his best friend, and, as things went, she didn't give a damn. Her whims had been sated and that was all that mattered.The bent man, Kamui, hated destiny for all that she had done to him and to those that he loved. She had mercil
The EquilibriumI cannot be as tired, or sick, or old.That is alright. It doesn't matter to me.The world is meaningless, but what is meaningBut a feeling that draws man toward endless suffering?What is feeling but the ultimate lie?Truth lies in the Equilibrium.Sense is the greatest offense,Whether in paint or what lies in the heart.Lies are driven by desire.Desire is more than a cardinal sinAgainst the projected and constant peaceThat the Father has kept for us.Emotion is a lie.In Libria we are always free,Always knowing how each day we live,Always knowing how each day we thrive.Our song is the Father's words.Our dance is our steps in the streets.These are the rhythms, of those we take no joy.In the Nether they will always be slavesTo the hope that things will return as they were.They are unbridled with rage, with grief, with love,With all the meanings that have torn our world apart.They are shackled, believing they're right,When all that they are is wrong.I live in the truth.
Alone Yet LovedKorethi looked out over the sleepy town below him from the winding trail of stone steps that he sat upon, stockstill, silent, and tired. He was always tired these days, always looking for an excuse to be away from things, especially here, in this forgotten place, this town without a name. He called it Taiyu Town, which was derived from a word from his language that could not have more accurately described the town. Taiyu, forgotten, a word that he wished would once describe him. He wanted to be forgotten and unloved for once in his life. The curse that followed him would not permit it, however. This sleepy little town had been awoken by his coming. His coming had brought all of this misfortune to them. He wanted to just disappear right at this moment and drift far away where no one could ever find him. Misfortune, then, would have to target a path that was not aimed in his general direction. And the ones that he loved would no longer be hurt.He absently fingered the eyepatch ov
VentureAs we happily venture toward life and loveWe fearfully tread on the path called deathAnd carefully watch in the days when it comesTo the windful flicker of a flame in our hearth.The cycle of life always ends with the endSo why should Man be afraid?Perhaps there are things that he has not yet done,Perhaps there are debts to be paid,Perhaps he must give one more last kiss,Perhaps there are those to forgive,And maybe perhaps there are times in his lifeWhere he has not yet quite lived.