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		<title>Azrael | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Azrael</description>
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			<title>Tortured Soul</title>
			<description>I lost a lot to her</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/289989/</link>
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			<title>Run for your life</title>
			<description>this is a purely disturbing piece, completely unedited. its very, raw, I guess would be one way of describing it.
Raw, pure hate.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/284329/</link>
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			<title>What have I become? (complete)</title>
			<description>A hitman who though hed lost everything realizes otherwise a second too late.
this is the full version</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/283803/</link>
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			<title>What have I become? (part II)</title>
			<description>when I wrote what have I become, I started writing this piece too its just a part 2.
from the limited feedback ive gotten, it helps the original. they will be posted together as a set as well</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/283801/</link>
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			<title>Love turned to Hate</title>
			<description>not much to say. 
I loved her.
she killed my heart.
I want her dead 
but I know id regret it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/283799/</link>
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			<title>Into the Light</title>
			<description>a revelation
I was wrong.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/265463/</link>
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			<title>Locked out of my Mind</title>
			<description>I hate being alone, its horrible.I used to love it, the silence, the serenity but now, my mind, my greatest ally has turned against me.for so long I was able to dodge reality, stray, from the true, painful world,to my own world, where I rule, where everythings okcompletly independent fro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/265454/</link>
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			<title>The pain of passion</title>
			<description>this pain is overwhelming, I cant bare it. As I sit here, calm and quiet on the outside, i am truly lost.who is she to ruin me?To break that shell that I spent so much time and effort to constuct?meant to protect me from love and loss?I trusted her, I broke down the wall that seperated me ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/265450/</link>
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			<title>Blood Lust</title>
			<description>A glimpse into the mind of killer</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/265418/</link>
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			<title>What Have I Become</title>
			<description>A man who thought he has lost everything, learns otherwise a second to late</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/264750/</link>
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			<title>Whats Next?</title>
			<description>Death is the one thing we really know nothing about accept for those who have experianced it and they dont tend to talk</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/264381/</link>
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			<title>Sometimes Gods judgment is not enough</title>
			<description>I wrote this a while back when i learned that somone really close to me had been raped.
I consider rape to be the worst of all crimes beacuse there is no justificaiton fo raping someone.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/264379/</link>
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			<title>A prison of my own constuction</title>
			<description>I just finished writing this to describe how I just cant seem to be happy.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/264376/</link>
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			<title>Wake Up</title>
			<description>My view of your god</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/264044/</link>
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			<title>The Sickness</title>
			<description>My view on what religon has done for the world</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/264043/</link>
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			<title>Circle</title>
			<description>this was a piece Ive been working on for a while, im still not completely happy with it but its good enough, I got the ide for the flow of the poem from Neon Genesis Evangelion</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/264039/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;am&amp;nbsp;so lost.What went wrong?An entire year I spent, happy for the most part untill now.Untill out of nowhere she came, she made me trust her, reveal things id reaveled to no oneI made myself vulnerableAnd then this,&amp;nbsp;Now I find myself in piecesI&amp;nbsp;look aroun..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Azrael/264023/</link>
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