From 28dd83b280212f7e8659ceef5528cce9a8712a12 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: arcan1s Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2016 18:40:22 +0300 Subject: [PATCH] fix bug with invalid spoliers --- _posts/2014-04-18-loveless.html | 58 ------------------------------ blog/archive.html | 5 +-- ru/_posts/2014-04-18-loveless.html | 58 ------------------------------ ru/blog/archive.html | 5 +-- 4 files changed, 6 insertions(+), 120 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 _posts/2014-04-18-loveless.html delete mode 100644 ru/_posts/2014-04-18-loveless.html diff --git a/_posts/2014-04-18-loveless.html b/_posts/2014-04-18-loveless.html deleted file mode 100644 index c11d938..0000000 --- a/_posts/2014-04-18-loveless.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,58 +0,0 @@ ---- -category: en -type: paper -layout: paper -hastr: true -tags: offtop -title: Loveless -short: loveless -description: Here is a small poem from Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core. ---- -

Prologue

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When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end
-The goddess descends from the sky
-Wings of light and dark spread afar
-She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.

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Act I

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Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess
-We seek it thus, and take to the sky
-Ripples form on the water's surface
-The wandering soul knows no rest.

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Act II

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There is no hate, only joy
-For you are beloved by the goddess
-Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
-Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
-Pride is lost
-Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.

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Act III

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My friend, do you fly away now?
-To a world that abhors you and I?
-All that awaits you is a somber morrow
-No matter where the winds may blow
-My friend, your desire
-Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
-Even if the morrow is barren of promises
-Nothing shall forestall my return.

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Act IV

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My friend, the fates are cruel
-There are no dreams, no honor remains
-The arrow has left, the bow of the goddess
-My soul, corrupted by vengeance
-Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
-In my own salvation
-And your eternal slumber
-Legend shall speak
-Of sacrifice at world's end
-The wind sails over the water's surface.

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Act V

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Even if the morrow is barren of promises
-Nothing shall forestall my return
-To become the dew that quenches the land
-To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
-I offer thee this silent sacrifice.

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