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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.
The Princess Saves HerselfCisna Duchy, a princess of great royal status was quickly approaching her 21st birthday and upon be coming of age her father the King would step down and hand the crown and throne over to her as years of tradition dictated.
However, if Cisna was unable to make it to the coronation, her cousin Isara would then be made queen instead. Everyone thought the two cousins loved and got along with each other but deep down Isara badly wanted to become the next queen
On the eve of her coronation some bandits broke into the castle on the orders of Isara to kidnap Cisna.
Cisna who had dark long hair had just finished her bath and was settling down to go to sleep in her bed clad in her long dark pink dress robe with white thick socks and just as she was closing her eyes she heard a soft struggle outside her doors. As she got up the door to her bedroom opened and the bandits came rushing in with her maid bound and thickly gagged and held between one of their arms.
"No! Let her go!" Cisna cried
Blood, Sweat and Tears Ch 05
Blood Sweat and Tears Ch 05
Bertrand spent last night at Nadia’s place doing tons of activities with Nadia. Most of the time they spent watch TV together and play board games. It was a fun experience. It made him forget everything that happened before. The day ended with him training with Nadia.
Bertrand twisted and turned in his sleep, feeling uncomfortable. He’s sleeping on Nadia’s father’s bed. It could fit one person and that should give him enough space since he’s small, unless somebody was sleeping next to him. Besides that, he felt someone’s hands resting on top of his chest.
“Mm…,” He slowly opened his eyes and looked down through his groggy eyes. Yup, it’s a hand. It took him a few seconds to realize Nadia was beside him, sleeping. He didn’t recall her sleeping with him. “Oh….,”
“Hrmm….,” Nadia wrapped her arms around his body and pulled him towards her. Ber
Summer of Games #1WARNING:This series has weight gain and slob progression if you are not into this then don't read it
It was Tuesday and I got off the bus for the last time as a sophomore my summer has started and it'll be the best ever because my parents are traveling the world and I get the house all to myself. Plus they gave me a credit card that I can use for necessities only. I walk in the house enjoying the peace and quiet and I head over to the living room where my Xbox One, PS4, Alienware laptop, and yes even a Wii U sit. I plop down on my beanbag, put on my headphones, and turn on my Xbox and say to myself "Who's the cute gamer girl who's gonna dominate the virtual world? This girl Mercedes Vale." The first game of the summer is going to be none other than Destiny. I had spent who knows how many hours gaming when my stomach started to growl. So I finally took a break and ordered an extra large double cheese pizza thinking that it'll last me the week. While I was waiting my body fe
Deadpool vs. RED Team Prelude
Ray: Mercenaries, you pay them enough money or offer them a reward they can’t refuse and they will do everything in their power to put their brains on the floor.
Steel: And this is a first timer in two different ways. First off is that a veteran from last season is returning…
Ray: Deadpool, the Merc with a Mouth…
Steel: And the second first-time for us is that this is the first time a team fights a solo individual. That team is none other than the Teufort Mercs of “Team Fortress 2”.
Ray: Because each of the TF2 mercs brings a crapton of customizable weapons and gear, we will be using some standard gear and weapons/gadgets that are unique only to them.
Steel: He’s Ray and I’m Steel…
Ray: And it’s our job to analyze the weapons, armor, and skills of these combatants to find out who would win a DEATH BATTLE…
Kile and Gib Role-Play: Revenge 3
Kile felt like his life line just snapped and he swallowed at his tightening throat. "..... You... don't hate me too much... right?" he asked quietly, bringing his knees to his chest as he wobbled in the air.
Gib stood up from the floor and then flopped back onto the couch. "I don't hate you, but that doesn't mean I don't want some fun in having a little bit of payback. But..." Gib rubbed at his face. "...I can't think of a way of tormenting you that I'd enjoy. I mean, I don't want to taste or eat you. That's just going to make me sick."
Kile sighed relief that Gib wasn't thinking on tasting him, that was one of the worst things he hated about being small. But when it did happen, most of the time nobody tasted him for long because they said he tasted too salty or he tasted like cabbage. He never mentioned that though of course. "Then what? Whatever it is just get it over with so I can change out of my clothes. I don't like being in soggy clothing." he g
PromiseThe blue haired Hinako stood alone waiting for news of either her loves return or of his death. A storm raged at the old Uchiha Compound as she waited. She knew full well what was happening, no matter how hard she tried she could not convince Itachi to change his path.
"Itachi don't go, what will this solve?" The blue hair girl asked the onyx haired man next to him.
"I have to go, I am the one to set him on this path. I need him to see the truth." Itachi said his hand on her shoulder.
"But what about you? Your almost blind, you can't fight him." Hinako argued.
Itachi just smiled softly and embraced her, "I'm sorry, either you will see me again...or little Sasuke will have surpassed me. We all have a destiny."
"And mine is to be with you." Hinako stated refusing to let him go.
Itachi felt terrible about this but he had started this all of those years ago when he prevented the uprising of his clan. "Hinako....I'm sorry, but I have to do this." he calmly said brus
Born This Way Ch. 3 Pt. 2Two hours had gone by since Dean had left, but Sam wasn’t worried. Not yet anyway. He convinced himself that it took a while to scout out the entire town’s sewage pipes. But when four hours passed and no Dean, Sam started to worry. It was dark now, the sun having set about an hour ago. Sam sighed, he wished he could go out and look for him. But knew that wasn’t an option.
He walked over to the phone perched up on the pillow and scrolled through the contacts, stopping when Dean’s name appeared. He was about to press the call button when he heard the door unlock and creak open. Sam turned around and seeing that it was Dean, relaxed and turned the phone off.
“Hey, you were gone awhile. Did you find anything?” Sam asked, trying to play off his earlier worry. Dean smiled.
“Yeah, sorry about that. The thing found me and knocked me a new one. Long story short though, I took care of it. Put a silver bullet through that sucker and took off,” Sam f
A Strange Beauty: Chapter 2
Alex dug her nails into her scalp, she could not believe this. Why did nothing ever go right for her? First it was bullying, then it was the death of her parents, then masculosis, and now she becomes a girl!? This was too much to handle, Alex just sat on the hospital room floor rocking back and forth in a complete mental breakdown. Maria laid a hand on Alex's shoulder, "Alex..." "You should leave," Alex snapped, still shocked at the femininity of her new voice. Maria jerked her hand back, her eyes welling up with tears.
"How could you say that, Alex? What has Maria ever done to betray you?" Lucas looked at Alex with an offended glare.
"I'm not a guy anymore, why should Maria stick by my side?" Alex nearly choked on her words, she averted her gaze from everyone. "I'm sorry Maria, but I think our relationship is-" Before Alex could finish her sentence Maria grabbed Alex by the collar of her hospital gown (I looked it up) and before Alex knew what was going on her lips were locked with Ma
Crashing Waves, Clashing TidesCrowe
The journey home had been just as long, if slightly less arduous… the mental state of her friend, her teacher and her companion had been the most troubling part of the trip. Somehow they had made it back to the safety of the surface tunnels, and from there the journey had maintained a relatively smooth pace. Her newfound powers probably attributed heavily to that. Crowe found herself uttering a sigh of relief upon exiting the narrow passageway into her old cavern- the place she had stashed her beloved mentor for safekeeping. Oakfern was still a dangerous place for herself and for Berach, but she had every intention to remedy that now…
The King of Oakfern had been busy in their absence, from the whispers she happened to catch here and there. It seemed the whole of their Kingdom was in an uproar… she reserved judgement. In the past it had been no secret that she was not fond of Nazam, but he had threatened her only
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
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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