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malins
Stumbling Seeker
Executioner! Sir!
I'm looking at you... won't you please look back?
...where are you looking anyway?
I wish you weren't wearing that stupid helmet.
It's not like there are axeblows raining down, or arrows blotting out the sun, you're not fighting in the shade.
You're crucifiying me. I'd like to see your face. Barechested though is good.
I want to adore you. Because gods yes you're strong.
And you'd better be, to lift this cross by yourself, all with metal fittings, and me on it!
So show me! Show me you can do it! Up with me! Up up up up UUUUUUUPPP!!!!
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
He is looking at Barb...
Only you can see his face... You and Barb...
But for me he is faceless... I want to cut off his face... I hate him!
And you want to adore him... Why?
And there is the heart of the paradox. You have them in his spell.
malins
Stumbling Seeker
Maybe it's hard to understand... but I can choose to resist or accept my cross.
If I resist I can call him evil and hate him, but resistance is pointless. There is nothing to resist with against the cross.
If I try to resist, the pain will be battering against me and breaking me down.
If I accept, I can let the pain enter into me, fill me out, and in the end it will carry me away on its wings, it's no longer my enemy.
And if I accept, then he is the one who helps me on my path.
Yes Malins, I think the message has finally sunk in. He sees that we are both strong and proud and prepared to die in this unimaginably cruel way.
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
Carpe diem...
When your strength leave you...
When you can't take a breath...
When the pain in the wrists and feet become unbearable...
...you'll wake up
These stark twin beams, that bear aloft such grace
Strike fear, awe, and dread into my aching soul!
These spikes, which bear thy limbs within their claws
Care not one mite for all the pain they cause!
Did e’er the brutal, twisted mind of man
Devise more cruelty than thy awful cross?
O Malins! Malins! I see thy slender form
Suspended there, nor earth nor heav’n thy home!
Scarce can my mortal mind thy torture comprehend
My mortal eye, tear filled, doth turn away
Yet doth mine ear transmit thy voice to me:
“O Cross, My Cross, I give myself to thee!”
“Cross! I accept thy spreading wings of pain!
“O Nails, bear up my sweet surrendered frame!
“Fill me, O pain – for thou art not my foe!
“O man of blood, on my path you’ve helped me go!”
“My place is here, beside my bravest friend
“Sisters in pain, suspended side by side
“Our arms outstretched, embracing, like a dove
“Off’ring our pride, our beauty, and our love!”
I turn from her, and from sweet Bar’bra too
My mind, like theirs, from bitter hate recoils
Despite this scene of brutal, bloody, pain
My soul, through them, is much enriched again.
Strike fear, awe, and dread into my aching soul!
These spikes, which bear thy limbs within their claws
Care not one mite for all the pain they cause!
Did e’er the brutal, twisted mind of man
Devise more cruelty than thy awful cross?
O Malins! Malins! I see thy slender form
Suspended there, nor earth nor heav’n thy home!
Scarce can my mortal mind thy torture comprehend
My mortal eye, tear filled, doth turn away
Yet doth mine ear transmit thy voice to me:
“O Cross, My Cross, I give myself to thee!”
“Cross! I accept thy spreading wings of pain!
“O Nails, bear up my sweet surrendered frame!
“Fill me, O pain – for thou art not my foe!
“O man of blood, on my path you’ve helped me go!”
“My place is here, beside my bravest friend
“Sisters in pain, suspended side by side
“Our arms outstretched, embracing, like a dove
“Off’ring our pride, our beauty, and our love!”
I turn from her, and from sweet Bar’bra too
My mind, like theirs, from bitter hate recoils
Despite this scene of brutal, bloody, pain
My soul, through them, is much enriched again.
I remember......................found some memoriesI'm grateful.
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Well, will you look at us!
I'm looking, I'm looking.
Nice tight little, errr, set up you have there.
I personally think you look a bit too serene.Well, will you look at us!
Scream a bit, would you? Or a look of exhausted resignation and anguish is also acceptable. 
I personally think you look a bit too serene.
Serene? Hardly! Just glad to no longer be alone ... it's hell up here, you know!
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