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#FridayFun Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm. Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
Oh. You confused me with a yes man, mr nice guy........You'll see!. You just expect to take that kind of money away from me. For me to be all smiles and be happy.
Depression, I am at war with you, I am Legend, a sword welded in Fury, steel edged, dipped in glory And happiness and a Wisdom Battle hardy from years of warring You, bloody and gored in the shield...
I listen to the silent screams The private dreams and and the violent teams They try to break my will and take thier fill They break at will and make me ill till I wake up still They drill the yells...
**Hey, guys. Well, this is just a fragment of a science-fiction short story I'm writing. I'd reaaalllyy enjoy some feedback, if you can spare it.
All that stand in my way will be crushed for demolition be thy name today and without mercy I shall step forth with words that cut deeper then the most tempered blade and venom that could upstage the...
No one sees me coming, They think me easy prey, They think I don't have tactics planned, To bring about their day.
In the battles no one has won Silence shatters you as I drop a bomb Echo a scream and our histories undone I say it's right but you know it's wrong I've only known peace I don't know what this is I...
Oh come on, you think I don't hear. Your so transparent it makes me ill. I know the things you say when I'm not near. You try to make them obey your will. You can try. But facing me you'll regret.
#emotion. Oooh such a bitch. You're like a terrible itch. Little rants like a child. Making out you're so wild. Jealousy doesn't suit you hunni. So hop along like a bunny. Trying to conceal.
#cheesebattle. Delilah, Delilah, deary dear,. It seems you're sleepy and quite queer,. You put poor Daisy,. On Spit Roast,. Turned to full heat,. And made her toast,.
Captain Winters looked ahead and lowered his rifle.He turned around in the small trench, facing his men."Ok, I'm going over.Advance on the red smoke!" He shouted, then he lunged over the ditch and...
You spent your life downgrading me,. A popular young jerk,. How perfect, you could do no wrong,. The 'victim' with a smirk,. A God to all your worshippers,. Hand raising them with lies,.
So now the time has come. For me to bare my soul. Lay it naked before you. For all the world to see. You have done this to me. Fucked me up. Toyed with my head. So this is my revenge on you.
Do you see my bloody hands. Do you see my trigger happy frown. Do you see my shaking hand. Do you feel my breath, see my crown. I sail on a river of warm red blood. I make profit from the flood.
The cliffs were a good choice. For the rest of day two he had annihilated a huge number of contestants in comparison to his first day.
Poirems, you may have hundreds of fleets, And Glarce may have your science, Yasts may have guerilla warfare, But you simply fight in defiance.
(read @OdinsFist @naaviie and @MrAlex for there Parts of the story) #4war Darkness. I hate darkness. The sense of not knowing where I was or what was happening.
1. I pull my mask tight and raise gun to shoulder, peering down the barrel like a pro. I run into battle with the forest. My ears capture every cracked twig and rustled leaf.
We all thought war-time arrived, Grabbed the guns, the Kevlar vests , grenades. Soldier hailed by the name General X Tatic Grabbed his Colt automatic. It was war-time, he thought...
Men lined up to their deaths; facing the nadir of hell, waiting for the final command to plunge into it. I stand with them, cowering from the flames clawing me into its merciless abyss.
There was a young girl that was sad, Which gave much pleasure to her mum and her dad, For her they despised, So she wasn't surprised, When they smacked her hard with a notepad.
I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
The doctor turned back to his patient, his office chair groaning under his shifting weight.