Well, it's a new year, a clean slate, and a whole lotta wtuff for me to work on. *sigh* it just couldn't get any more difficult, with the tsunami in Asia, my mom's car accident, the things at school...
Well, I made up a poem that shows that I'm a jynx. It's a hyperbole, so don't critisize on the exaggeration.
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“Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.” -Johnathan Swift
"Kill with a borrowed knife" -Stratagem No. 3
"What is hell? I maintain that it is the inability to love" -Dostoyevsky
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Wherever I go…
Echoing death, across black hills...
Fallen fighters, their weapons still…
Struggling up, one tries to stand…
Only to be put down by my hand…
Cracked windows, bloodstained floors…
All appear when I open the door…
Brass casings, discharged by hate…
Roll and trail, in my wake…
The dark is still young, the sun just set…
My enemies are placing their bets...
Who of them will slay me first?
But with their blood I shall quench my thirst...
Taunts are said, laughs are heard…
Before their fate is sealed by my word…
Cries of pain, fear of my wrath…
All are laid, across my path…
The night stars turn the earth ablaze…
With an eerie blue flame…
My foes, they are amazed…
Before I turn them into game…
Screams arise, chaos ensues…
By the tools that I use…
One cowardly fool that tries to flee…
Hears the cry of a banshee…
His hand soon drops to the ground…
His mouth, not a sound…
Soon all others fall and die…
But my anger I still let fly…
I remember my family, slaughtered by command…
But amidst this hopelessness I will stand…
Corpses litter the cold beach…
Their former occupants now out of reach…
Has some force, great and divine?
Caused these souls to run out of time?
Blood spilled, hands drenched…
The sand is covered with that stench…
Of good brothers, who had to die…
Amid this death, I let out a sigh…
Fallen friends, imbue me with rage…
Against their killer, I will wage…
A fight, to the death…
To take the other, of his breath…
My comrades in arms, with valiant fervor…
Will rest in my mind for now, and forever…
Their sacrifices be naught in vain…
For thousands together they have slain…
Against my enemies, I will fight…
Let cries emit, through the night…
My fury they will swallow…
I will make their strongest wallow…
Wherever I go, Darkness follows…
Nice.
That your own make?
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