﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>marduk_the_cradle's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from marduk_the_cradle</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle</link></image><item><title>Wednesday, September 10, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/673793872/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/673793872/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 05:36:13 GMT</pubDate><description>I don't know why,. I hate it while it happens but I love when you look at a girl and she looks so pretty that when she's looks back at you you can't seem to get a word to come out of your mouth&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/673793872/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Invierno</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/650863650/invierno.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/650863650/invierno.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 19:32:07 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font size="4"&gt;I.-Ampule&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw a euphimism for a face with aging teeth and a restrained smile&lt;br&gt;An oversized shawl that drapes over the melodramatic hordes&lt;br&gt;A surging chaos crippled by its fear, and all the denial that pain affords&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then just like the crashing of waves an upheaval of pain&lt;br&gt;and akward comforts aside there is nothing to gain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sometimes I wonder what eyes I see&lt;br&gt;A reflection, a lie, or is there glass inbetween&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yet I still could always swear I'm only trying to stop the bleeding&lt;br&gt;but i still may never care&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Somehow luckily my heads still out of the water &lt;br&gt;and I can breath these "at least" hopes &lt;br&gt;With a reinforced will of sorts, &lt;br&gt;Somehow theres always just enough light to stay awake,&lt;br&gt;Fuller breaths, and simple laughter, &lt;br&gt;It can make me forget.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;II.-Relax&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shine....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;equilibrium,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a treasure in a disappointment&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;III.-Insight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.....disassociated, what is this isolated fear?...&lt;br&gt;a replacement, are we boiling in the same stew?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;deceitful or flawed, it all lies in grey space&lt;br&gt;biding time blindly by the whims of an ocean&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Save some face, what a shame&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;Who's the one that truly is oblivious?&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;IV.-Evoke&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;An allure misused runs out of breath&lt;br&gt;The second siren now I will ignore&lt;br&gt;Sway my sight away, the words exist no more&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by my whim you are personified in penciled tongues, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere inbetween... your counterfeit treasures will be forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;V.-Carbon Laughter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Despite it all I can't stop the laughter inside, what does it mean?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have an idea....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hate it I love it I lose&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;its a carbon copy of pain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;just another disguise, with any hope it will lead me to digust&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;halfway there&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ive seen the selfish wither and die&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;False flatteries I never spoke&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;they will lead me there&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There is no hope for you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size="4"&gt;-Xul- 2008&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/650863650/invierno.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Laughter</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/650710959/laughter.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/650710959/laughter.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 21:20:41 GMT</pubDate><description>Despite it all I can't stop the laughter inside, what does it mean?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I have an idea....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I hate it I love it I lose &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;its a carbon copy of pain &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;just another disguise, with any hope it will lead me to digust&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;halfway there&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ive seen the selfish wither and die&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;False flatteries I never spoke&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;they will lead me there</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/650710959/laughter.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, April 01, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/649932143/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/649932143/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 05:16:15 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font size="4"&gt;Mitigation&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-An infinity of vasts accounts to share &lt;br&gt;Be it in silence or a portrait of repenting words,&lt;br&gt; Among the midsts a spectacle all for you&lt;br&gt;(Does your memory serve you well?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Mine does and I remember the funny games&lt;br&gt;Tamed to the truth with a smile on my face&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-How did she know? "Its the smile,.." she told me.&lt;br&gt;And twin raindrops fell, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; recall.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Jesting analysis and forceful redemption of a ruined soul.&lt;br&gt;Its why you have my grace. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; recall. &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Would you absolve?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/649932143/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>IM XUL BITCH</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/649441090/im-xul-bitch.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/649441090/im-xul-bitch.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 08:13:49 GMT</pubDate><description>Who's the one that truly is oblivious, .....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
													
													
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														Hope is Cold
														
														
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														Such a cold place for supposed comfort&lt;br&gt;The sterile stench of&amp;nbsp; the hope they sell &lt;br&gt;That tantalizing hope they can never touch&lt;br&gt;Such a cold place, it might as well be hell&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hear prayers and cries of anguish, grief as well&lt;br&gt;Faces fade but are soon replaced, a new chapter to read&lt;br&gt;There is laughter too but seldom does it ring out loud&lt;br&gt;And ill forever find it funny that malady is cured by greed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And what of the keepers and watchers through every passing day&lt;br&gt;Seeming so careless with their bellies full of apathy?&lt;br&gt;They know that hope is cold, but Ill spare them their inquisitions&lt;br&gt;.. after all they are not to blame, it is all nothing if not the best we could do&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/649441090/im-xul-bitch.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, March 17, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/647434211/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/647434211/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 05:29:49 GMT</pubDate><description>Shine....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;equilibrium, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a treasure in a disappointment&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/647434211/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, March 05, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/645496906/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/645496906/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 07:30:18 GMT</pubDate><description>&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/645496906/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, February 10, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/641631460/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/641631460/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 02:25:12 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can only wonder at the apparent circumstances that lead to this place in time, where and why did the disconnection occur, there are no crutches whispering deceits, just sad realizations and bitter truths. How sad is it truly to be paralyzed by the very thing that could save you and be helpless to the fact,.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ampule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw a euphimism for a face with aging teeth and a restrained smile&lt;br&gt;
An over-sized shawl that drapes over the melodramatic hordes&lt;br&gt;
A surging chaos crippled by its fear, and all the denial that pain affords&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Then just like the crashing of waves an upheaval of pain &lt;br&gt;
and awkward comforts aside there is nothing to gain. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes I wonder what eyes I see&lt;br&gt;
A reflection, a lie, or is there glass in between&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Yet I still could always swear I'm only trying to stop the bleeding&lt;br&gt;
but i still may never care&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; -Xul Feb. 2008-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;somehow luckily my heads still out of the water and i can breath either "at least" hopes and a reinforced will of sorts, .. somehow theres always just enough light to stay awake, fuller breaths, and simple laughter, it can make me forget&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/641631460/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, September 16, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/529654188/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/529654188/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Sep 2006 14:09:28 GMT</pubDate><description>is&amp;nbsp;it worth it,. is any of it. Are your sins worth their taste,. are your morals worth their ways.. we all think too much. God would be someone to help you without ever saying a word,. so why do we speak so much, perhaps cuz we arent he who is I am, but we must strive for perfection, funny to strive for something we know we can't attain. It's too bad you have to be blind to have faith,. I can't make blind myself I can't make myself wander aimlessly with promises of safe passage,... I don't always trust myself,. more importantly I don't trust the world&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;anyway new music of mine &lt;A href="http://www.myspace.com/intaglioxul" target=_new&gt;www.myspace.com/intaglioxul&lt;/A&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sinners(Empty mix) &amp;amp; C.I.C.(demo)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/7244278063189/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt=xul1 src="http://x72.xanga.com/442d11f62503478063189/z52938682.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Logo by Skald</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/529654188/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>umm</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/520326590/umm.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/marduk_the_cradle/520326590/umm.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2006 05:26:20 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;that was the worst comedown i have ever had,....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i feel better now,. its gone through,...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i need to get better now.. im tired of this&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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