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On HolidayDon’t ask me why I feel the need,
Don’t tell me what I should believe.
Don’t stitch me up when I bleed.
Don’t ask me why I want to leave.
I’m visiting my old friends.
Agony, hate and cruelty.
They’ve known me since it began,
And down the road so grueling.
Laced words, written in calligraphy.
Spaced out, Lost within the bigotry.
Hate all, indoctrinated by the ministry.
Love none, defining it by chemistry.
I embrace all of that which is dark.
Built the depths of my personal hell,
Led to a place on the map unmarked.
But I can tell you just where I fell.
Here I am, here I lay.
Here I’m dying today.
Here I was, Here I’ll be,
Hell of an Epitaph to me.
Where are you, wandering?
What kind of gift, did you bring?
Costs are up, Stocks are down.
And I’m here underground.
God is dead, long before,
In a box, nothing more.
Caustic sounds, Toxic play,
It’s a brand new holiday.
And I’m visiting my old friends.
Agony, hate, and cruelty.
Kill the ShepherdFolded hands in proper laps,
Wait for the speaker to conclude.
Rumbling audience and roaring claps,
Or silence, when verbally nude.
Exposing thoughts once locked up,
Truthful and too dangerous to touch.
Venom poured into a paper cup.
Or so, they will tell you as much.
Forge a word, hammer it down.
Display your fabricated passion.
Hear their cheers shake the ground.
Then exit the place in an orderly fashion.
A mask of words and costume designed,
Sheep are so easy to beguile.
Subtle promises seemingly benign,
Grow malignant after a while.
But an honest man is a quiet man.
Spotlights seem to elude him.
Microphones taken from his hand,
The media will only exclude him.
It is the unplugged words spoke,
So quiet they’re barely heard,
And then gone like a wisp of smoke,
That are the very best for the herd.
Sometimes it takes a wolf’s howl,
To stir the minds of wandering sheep.
The shepherd dead and wolf obeyed now will,
Shake them from an ignorant sleep.
Lifestyles of the Broke and Nameless.They look down at you from their pillars.
Stone canopies full of the colorful and gilded.
“You can’t come up here, you’re not the right kind.”
“Stay on the ground, no sun for the wilted.”
They stand on you. They live so high.
On the broken backs of the working class.
Hold them up, work til you break for a shot.
To climb up too and sit on your ass.
We hold these truths to be self-evident,
But denied to those south of the canopy.
That all men are created equal,
And have the right to be happy.
Something is terribly wrong here.
Where the spoils go to the spoiled.
A lifetime spent on the ground,
A lifetime spent on the work toiled.
Never enough to get to school,
Never enough to afford to retire.
Barely enough to window shop.
Barely enough to even aspire.
From the pillars, they look down.
As the pillars break and the broken stand.
Since all men are created equal,
Let them join us here on the land.
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 1)[Author's Note: This is a college marching band AU. Since Reader-chan is a new freshman, she shall be expected to act shy. Also, Reader-chan shall play the clarinet. Apologies to anyone reading who does not play clarinet, but look on the bright side: You'll be clarinet buddies with Armin and Marco~!]
Chapter One: Introductions
My face flushed involuntarily as I quickly walked toward the many rows of fold-out chairs. I kept my eyes on the floor when my rear hit the chair at the end of the back row, and I tried my best to block out the loud chatter coming from almost every other mouth in the room. I was greatly outnumbered by strangers, what looked to be over a hundred other people seated in the giant rectangular formation of chairs set out at the front of the room.
I allowed my eyes to scan the room and its inhabitants. A man sat patiently at the front facing the crowd of people. I recognized him. He was Erwin Smith, the band director, the man for whom I had auditioned. He was ve
Hetalia X Neko Reader Pt14
Hetalia X Neko Reader
Lesson in Fighting
After breakfast Natalia lead (Name) to a room in the basement. The room is painted a light blue with various weapons, shields and armor around the room. What caught (Name) eye ere four pair of military uniform but before she could go look at them she was dragged across the room. (Name) watches as Natalia pulls out a practice dummy. The dummy looks like a crude rag doll with blond hair and light violet eyes. (Name) stares at it for a minute before she feels something being pressed into her hand. (Name) looks down to see Natalia giving her a small dagger. She takes it and examines it. It is slightly larger than her hand with a polished wood hilt and shiny silver blade.
“I saw many weapons in Japan nut nothing like this, it’s so small”
“It’s a dagger” Natalia says bluntly “I want you to stab the dummy with it”
“But I don’t want to” (Name) says
“This is self-defense, I am trying
Fools Gold (Netherlands x Reader)
(Netherlands x Reader)
Warning. This is not a happy story.
“I want a divorce.” His voice was cool and sharp, calming almost, as if the way those four words rolled off of his tongue without a care in the world, no sense of reluctance in them in the least. The words of anti that were soon to erupt from my own caverns held silent, my lips pushed tightly together in pure disbelief. I knew this was going to happen but…not this soon, not now. The tall man sat up from our love seat, the clink of his boots bruised against the carpeted floors; ignoring my face as if I didn’t exist. I heard the door slam, awaking me from my state of being before running to the door after him, the only thing in his wake was the entryway.
“Tim!” I was given no response aside from a look that I’d grown to
The Bank Job and Night Attack
"There you go miss, you've worked hard all day and so take the rest of the day off." A large man wearing a black ski mask told a young woman along with a bunch of other young women who all wore a blue bank outfit along with dark or nude tights and stockings and some still wore their high heel blue shoes while others lost theirs in a struggle.
They were all lined up behind the cashier counter, brown packing tape was wrapped around their upper bodies and wrists along with their ankles as several strips kept them gagged. They struggled and grunted on the floor as three males and their female boss was in the middle of robbing the bank they were in.
"Mfpmfffmfm!" They all grunted fearfully looking scared as the vice bank manager was just as scared and left unbound as she was pushed towards the vault.
"Open it, we don't want any of your employees getting hurt." The boss said with a smile as the vice manger stuttered out some words.
"I-I-I don't k-know how-"
"Ah ah ah, don't finish that sente
Yuna vs. Lucy prelude
Ray: The summoner, the tamer of otherwise-violent or dangerous creatures to turn their destructive capabilities onto their master’s enemies.
Steel: In other words, who needs to get your hands dirty when you can throw in a creature to do your dirty work for you?
Ray: Yuna, the Summoner of Spira…
Steel: And Lucy, the Celestial Spirit Wizard.
Ray: Because the two have acquired a great amount of abilities, we have decided to make a few restrictions. First of all, we will be examining Lucy from the canon manga, so no anime filler abilities allowed. We WILL, however, look into all of their known summons.
Steel: And, for the sake of fairness, Yuna will only be using her abilities from Final Fantasy X. This means no dresspheres or any abilities/weapons she might have in Final Fantaxy X-2. I’m Steel and he’s Ray…
Ray: And it’s our job to analyze the weapons, armor, and skills of these two combatants to find out who would win a DEATH BATTLE.
Faith of the Heart-Part 3-Ch 24Faith of the Heart
Part 3: Chapter 24
SHE'S IN LOVE
Written by DisneyFan-01
HTML Coding by Shadow20X6
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The day drifted along quickly and once the next morning came around, Marina and the boys spent the whole day with the daughters of Triton getting to know all of them better. Although Ariel spent most of her times on her own daydream, singing to herself, and swimming in circles like she was dancing, the sisters went on telling the gang all of their interests and hobbies.
As Marina did well in keeping her secret of really being a human with a disguise of a mermaid, the mer-sisters
Pluto X reader (One-shot)
You were walking And you were passing by the Phantomhive mansion when you were suddenly tackled you the ground. "HEY!" You cried as you hit the ground. Then you felt something licking your face. Opening your eyes you saw what looked like a boy licking you, which resulted in you blushing madly. "H-HEY, GET OFF!" You cried. "Why are you licking me?" The 'boy' continued to lick you. "Pluto!" A voice called. "Come here, Pluto!" The voice added. The 'boy' that was licking you got off of you and ran in the direction of the voice. You sat up and saw another boy.
"Sorry about Pluto." The other boy said. "He's really a dog, so he does that." You stared blankly, but then nodded. "My name is Finnian." The boy said. "I'm (Y/N)." You replied. Pluto went back over and tackled you again and resumed licking your face. Finnian sighed. "well, I tried to get him off of you, Miss (Y/N)." He said. You just giggled.
Pluto licked your face a few more times and then nuzzle
Kile and Gib Role-Play: Revenge 1
It was a kind of cloudy day around. One in which it almost seems the world was quiet as everyone stays indoors and flips through their television channels to find nothing on to watch. Most all except for one. Kile was currently riding on his bike to his house in the gloomy day. He liked it like this because it was quiet and sometimes he could hear the distant roars and grumbles of thunder in the distance. Plus he never minded getting stuck in the rain because he was part shark. Eventually he headed down a gravel road off of the main road that wasn't far from the main house he stayed in. Once he reached the end, he chained up his bike like he always did in the garage of the two story house he often stayed in.
Kile headed in and took off his ball cap and shoes, then went into his big bedroom on the main floor to lay down. On his way he passed the den and took a small glance under the couch. It was his own force of habit now. He did it mostly out of anticipation that maybe he'd find
Alguna vez has oído esa frase muy popular de “LAS APARIENCIAS ENGAÑAN” ,bueno es verdad, pero también es mentira. Tal vez no te guste como eres y finges ser alguien falso, o tienes un mal día y finges que nada paso para no explicar por qué estas así, o todas esas veces en las que te preguntaron “Estas bien” y tu respondiste “si” cuando tú sabes que no es así. Dime cuantas veces no has ocultado tus lagrimas: en tu cuarto, en el baño o hasta en tus propios ojos… para que nadie se preocupe y piensen que estas perfectamente!!!! QUE ES UNO DE LOS MEJORES DIAS!!!!! Pues es mentira todas son apariencias y tu bien lo sabes, todos alguna vez hemos vivido eso, por razones personales o no. Bueno a mi me pasa eso todos los días, yo no soy real con nadie, ni siquiera conmigo misma, todos los días me veo al espejo y me digo “esta eres tu, todos creen que eres esta,, así que esta tienes q
Silas: Page SixThe days grew cold.
Every roof had to be burned.
Control is a word in the dictionary.
He resorted to hopping freight cars, but after the incident in Omaha, there wasn't any chance of that working out either.
Silas was alone.
"Sir, you can't sleep here."
His eyes cracked open to gaze upon the face of the transit police officer.
"Please…Its cold outside."
He thought for a moment.
"Ain't you got nowhere to go?"
Silas shook his head. "No roof. No family."
"Hit me. I'll bring you to jail for the night. No charges. No prison. And it'll get you out of the cold."
Silas smiled a bit, "That's a strange way to show kindness, but I have to decline. Can't be around people."
The transit cop pulled him off the bench and dusted his clothes off.
"Then you picked the wrong station. This place gets awful busy in the morning."
"Alright. I'll go."
Silas walked outside and the snow coming down reminded him of all those cold days of December back at the Asylum.
He couldn't remember the last
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