History of the FederationEver since mankind learned how to travel beyond its own borders it has strived for one goal, dominance. Even in the so called Age of Peace when the nations of the world celebrated the achievement of faster than light travel they had simply exchanged their goals of dominance over neighbors for the dominance of the galaxy. Out of fear that their might be others out there, the governments of Earth began forming fleets of ships capable of fighting in space against whatever threatened our expansion.History of the Federation
The first colonies formed and were protected by Earth's mighty fleet. However as time went on many colonies began to feel closer to each
The MadnessEver since mankind first ventured pasted its own solar system into to the galaxy it has always assumed the inevitable: That one day its glorious empire would expand far enough to run into something else out there, and that war would soon follow. Everyone from scientist to authors has given these things shapes and minds that our species could understand and then calculate the best way to fight them, be they the technology advanced or mindless insects. Our empire grew under the weight of a military designed to fight an enemy we could never prove existed yet had always feared. Some skeptics called it the modern monster under the bed, but even thThe Madness
The end of a lifetimeOnce again, I find myself lying in a ditch; battered, beaten and destroyed. I find it slightly funny, out of all the wars and battles I have fought, it is this ditch fate has led me too, again. The coughing fits continue as I splatter blood onto my ruined clothes, the previous red stains are lost somewhere in the mess. I let myself smile to the sky, for even in my darkest hour, she shines brightly for all, a beacon of hope. Brothers in Arms lays here as well, covered in blood, most of it mine. Another cough, more pain attacks my chest. Dammit. Using what little strength I have I push myself up into a minor sitting position, it opens a wound oThe end of a lifetime
Behind These EyesThere is a dark cloud, Full of my fears, Being pushed to the back of my mind By the need to be strongBehind These Eyes
My secrets are carved Into a wall of knowledge and memory Waiting for the time That they can fade away
The pain of lost friendship Haunts a corner of my mind Seeking every opportunity To make its presence known
A sparkling light Called creativity Overthrows the darkness And makes all things possible
ArgumentLet me disrobe that all too perfect mind of yours as I steal your turn of phrase, disrupting your composure - allowing it to writhe and twist - and leave a stain where your thoughts dangle in the silence. Bright scarlet laced in ink, delicate letters spilled over the white cuffs of your silk shirt - the tiny pearls sharp against my skin where your teeth and wit run ragged. You play resistance so well. I love to peel it away from the curves of a mind that dares to think and mold it to my heart, wearing the rebukeArgument
Power Chord| Just another face for another man Another smile with secrets of my own Another life, another love, and another home |
Fall...
Tired
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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"Das Verlangen nach Gegenliebe ist nicht das Verlangen der Liebe, sondern der Eitelkeit."
[Friedrich Nietzsche]
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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The cure for boredom is curiousity. There is no cure for curiosity.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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