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 Ok here we go again.
 
 
 
 I used to have an account on here called Windsongs, but some crazy personal issues arouse and what not. I am not new and this profile will be tinkered with constantly until I want it.
 
 
  
 My referral is fangs because she is the one that I have really kept in touch with and she has always been so kind to me. Love you fangs!
 
 
  
 My mentorship
 
  
 Ok well as you might already have noticed, I'm not a great speller. I'm also in love with cute animals...mostly the dog family. This usually means baby dogs lol or wolves :)
 
 
  
 I like Fluffy things, I like writing, I liked math in school, and I like some rated R conversations.
 
 
  
 I'm a very shy person. It may take a little bit till I warm up to you.
 
 
  
  
 I DISLIKE MEANIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, bugs...spiders....snakes....and men that like little girls.
 
 
  
 Why the vr name? Hmmm well TwistingWinds was created in part of the memory of my old profile Windsongs and part of me changing it up a little. Not only do I love cute fuzzy animals, I'm also a fan of tornados :)
 
 
  
 I Do like to write in my journal so as soon as it is up and running their will be posts in it :)
 
 
  
 The Mask
 © Lisa Willhite
 Existing in the realm, of its own true hell
 the pacing of the parasite begins to swell
 it suffers in silence yet demands to be heard
 it will never survive without its bevy of words
 
 as an infant, it fed, on what it desired
 and the need to grow was quickly retired
 it donned a mask it had soon acquired
 and eventually dressed in regal attire
 
 I am! I am! it said aloud
 while hiding behind a glistening shroud
 to none it wavered to none it bowed
 worthy am I! it heartily vowed
 
 as a thief of hearts, it sought our souls
 and refused to acknowledge the unspeakable tolls
 it relished our pain our faults and our woes
 acted as friend yet lived as foe
 
 for the lower we were, the higher it’s rise
 sometimes nestled on pillows, feathered with lies
 soaring as an eagle, through bright blue skies
 impeding the light, from watchful eyes
 
 it changed lies to belief and that belief to admiration
 it became its own form, of revered celebration
 though to those who saw, through the garish decoration
 it was nothing more than sheer abomination
 
 these were few, who could actually see
 how sad and sickened, this thing could be
 they lost their battles, to make it flee
 as it wiggled in joy and laughed with glee
 
 and a new found strength, was gained from the seers
 they found it flaunting, in front of its peers
 for this mask was now learn-ed and it shed false tears
 and a victim was born, its path, though not cleared
 
 for as day turns to night, conflicts persist
 the heart can grow cold, but the soul still resists
 new defenders of truths will continue to enlist
 and the spirit of God will always assist
 
 yes a fight ensued, yet the beast stood tall
 and flashed it’s lies, fooling most all
 it cried poor me, and with such great gall
 It is I who has suffered!, was it’s deceptive call
 
 the truths presented the stern manipulations
 the deeds that were done, with much stipulation
 the lies that served, as mere stimulations
 and these they hoped, were condemning revelations
 
 the mask took form, and revealed a child
 the innocence of eyes that appeared softly wild
 no sign of his pride, no sign of the vile
 how dare the "truths" accuse him of guile
 
 hearts blood flowed, and non seers cried
 as the villagers witnessed a man so tried
 a man who was beaten, and his humanity denied
 a man who was not evil, but sanctified!
 
 The steel once hot, now cooled to strength
 it enveloped his soul and his body at length
 the blood of hearts, flowing in sync
 protected him now from morality’s links
 
 alas truth lost, but so did the beast
 for a cancer did grow, and on lies it did feast
 from within his throat, it locked in its feet
 and his mask is now meeting a deadly defeat
 
 Existing in the realm, of its own true hell
 the pacing of the parasite begins to swell
 it suffers in silence yet demands to be heard
 it will never survive without its bevy of words
 
 Lisa Willhite
 
 
 Source: The Mask, Meaningful Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-mask#ixzz2pkB0sMKx
 Family Friend Poems
 
 Alright enough of this stuff time to end this profile.......for now :)
 
 
  
 
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