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What do I feel? What do I see? Deep in my heart, All around me. Why can I not Know liberty? I cannot escape, I cannot flee The anger I feel, Consuming me, All that I feel, Making me bleed. I cannot turn Away from the storm. I only know What ways I am torn. The anger inside, Consuming me, All that I feel, All that I see. Why can't I feel? Why can I see Escape from the rage That keeps numbing me?

Who can tear themselves away From nature's bright majesties? The pharaohs still rest in their Pyramid tombs, and your face Is fairer than all of theirs Together.  How may I leave? We speak of fortitude and China's Great wall together, But does your grace not longer Endure than any stone or Brick man may lay?  I think thus: Your greatness, so great, is to Be assumed to endure for All time.  Wonder: the wall stands. Men and women, boys and girls Flock to Niagara, as if The falling water were as Splendid as your beauty. How then may I ever Be able to leave your side?

 In a time long after time ceased to be relevant in my universe, I Eli of Danadre am not only the last man alive, but the last organism and perhaps last collection of matter left.  I have lived in this state perhaps as long as eons or no more than a few minutes or even less; it has become impossible for me to tell.  As the last consciousness of which I am aware in this reality, I have taken the burden of remembering upon myself.  I am fortunate that in the time of time I exposed myself to an enormous amount of historical and scientific knowledge and literature. I have devoted to my memory everything that I learned, but in my lifetime there

Name: Xavier Langston Blackwell Age: 17 years Nationality: American Citizen Appearance: Body:  Height: 6'1:  Build: Long and slim, very little body fat, but limited muscle mass  Skin: White; pale  Eyes: Lighter blue  Hair: Dark black, cut fairly short, generally styled spikedly  Face: Narrow jawed.  Typically proportioned Clothes:  Shirt: Plain, white, mildly tight, long sleeved turtleneck shirt  Pants: Dark jeans, slimly cut.  Jacket: Thin black jacket with white stripe on the side. Xavier has a body typical of those devoting most of their time to studies and inventing as opposed to exercise and frequentl

 In a time long after time ceased to be relevant in my universe, I Eli of Danadre am not only the last man alive, but the last organism and perhaps last collection of matter left.  I have lived in this state perhaps as long as eons or no more than a few minutes or even less; it has become impossible for me to tell.  As the last consciousness of which I am aware in this reality, I have taken the burden of remembering upon myself.  I am fortunate that in the time of time I exposed myself to an enormous amount of historical and scientific knowledge and literature. I have devoted to my memory everything that I learned, but in my lifetime there

You do to oft make me wonder If my purest instincts are correct That you Are Too good for me. After all.  I wish I knew What I could ever do To ever be "in your league." I doubt I ever will be, though, so I digress. As long as I can see you smile And see of as oft as I can, What need have I of the rest?

I block your blows, I dodge your attacks; What can you do To harm me? Your attempts Roll off  of me Like water off of wax. I hit you once, I hit you once more; How can you save Yourself now? I warned you, But my warnings You stubbornly ignored. I defeat you, And now lie still. Why did you not Avoid this? You have fought me. You have lost, and Experienced my skill.