hai thar to you too
Why -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- why do we continue to march headlong into destruction? why do we insist it is humanity's mistake? why do we never serve the soul, frought as with corruption? why do we continue, even after so much hate? why do we believe we still deserve redemption? why do we think its not our world that is at stake? why do we shun and hate and still demand fruition? why do we think it is our world to rape? why do we believe the lies, without an interruption? why do we believe the lies, they still perpetuate why do we beg forgiveness as we descend to immolation? why can we never take the blame, and look you in the face? who do we think we are? that we can destroy our world who do we think we are? that all can be bought and sold who do we think we are? that we can own and sell the land who do we think we are? this, we can never understand
Why why do we continue to march headlong into destruction? why do we insist it is humanity's mistake? why do we never serve the soul, frought as with corruption? why do we continue, even after so much hate? why do we believe we still deserve redemption? why do we think its not our world that is at stake? why do we shun and hate and still demand fruition? why do we think it is our world to rape? why do we believe the lies, without an interruption? why do we believe the lies, they still perpetuate why do we beg forgiveness as we descend to immolation? why can we never take the blame, and look you in the face? who do we think we are? that we can destroy our world who do we think we are? that all can be bought and sold who do we think we are? that we can own and sell the land who do we think we are? this, we can never understand if youre feeling nice comment your favorite line if youre not feeling nice, why arent you feeling nice? don comment that, i dont want to know :D
nazi jews burning african babies
yeah i know me too :D
damn you beat me
a bible. proclaiming jews are EVIL that they are the spawn and soldiers of satan, jesus was a jew
Pandemonium Chaos coursing through your veins Raging chaos born of flames Random killings, homicides scattered lost equilibrium, peace is shattered Pandemonium all around fear it fear it crown of thorns last remnanats of society and pandemonium terrifying chaos unavoidable chaos is invincible chaos a terror to behold sadistic chaos in our world pandemonium in our midst pandemonium is missed pandemonium, resist pandemonium worshipped perplexed warriors, to war not sure what their fighting for pointless death, death from the sword Pandemonium, their lord scorch marks, craters, defaced land blood on Pandemonium's hands Pandemonium brings the end Chaos born of flames again Apocalyptic Pandemonium Pandemonic Armegeddon if your feeling nice comment (is a feedbackwhore) if your not feeling nice, why aren't you feeling nice? dont comment that, i dont want to know :D meh, just to pass the time most of the time when im not doing anything that doesnt involve poetry i think
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Codex of The Damaged You cry for help and get no answer You look to your friends and see only strangers You're lost and alone, unknown of the dangers your mind is in step with the still sealing away, too far to say, another day falling apart, broken at heart, another start minds are to torn, hearts are to worn, you were warned your mind boasts the sign of the insane bathing in light, never are right, alone at night angels are weeping, shadows are leaking, always are leaping never are making, never are slaking, bloods are caking your mind bears the banner of the unright chained to a wall, so far to fall room is of white, heart is of night time is unmeaning, reality screaming your mind flies the flag of The Dead
we are the godless sons of *****es that live under your bed we are the heathen mother****ers that dwell inside your head we are the horn ed angels who bring messeges from hell we are the shattered beings, marching out of step we are the soul's destructor, clawing at your mind we are the bodies on the flagstone, serve but to remind we are the weakened beggars, looking for a sign we are the shattered beings, marching out of time we are the mad'ning voices that echo in the room we are the sunless nights in all their glory 'neath the moon we are the black thread on the white upon the loom we are the shattered beings, marching out of tune we are the graveyard inmates, six feet underneath we are the empty, staring eyes in which quiet rage does seethe we are the faceless masses, that you will never meet we are the shattered beings marching out of beat we are the gaping corpses, shackled to the rack we are the evening meal for the uncaring dogs of wrath we are upon the sea of lies, our truth is but a raft we are the shattered beings, beneath our Flag of Black and if you're feeling nice comment your favorite line if you're not feeling nice, why are you not feeling nice? what's your problem? don't post that, i don't really want to know.
what would you suggest i change it to?
Amen, let us discuss the very implications of Banzai trees being grown on banzai banzai trees by banzai banzai banzai monks on banzai banzai banzai banzai banzai Mountian with the art of banzai banzai banzai
why? whats wrong with it?
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well, its because of one of 18,962,763 reasons; 1) you have no mind to assault, 2) you mind is especially fortified, 3) your a smartass, 4) I dont know, and than the other 18,962,759 reasons are far beyond the scope of this text
there I did
the word Banzai is Japanese for "little trees in pots" so LOGICALLY it must grow with its pots, stay with me. So: a Banzi tree grows, complete with pot, on the Banzai Banzai tree, which are tended to by Banzai Banzai Banzai Monks who can only do it because they have perfected the art of Banzai Banzai Banzai Banzai which is Japanese for "the art of tending to a Banzai Banzai tree by a Banzai Banzai Banzai monk to get a Banzai tree from it. I told my sister this and she believed me. she said she had a unit on banzai trees in 2nd grade
Dont set the school on fire and do satanic rituals around it, trust me, its not as fun as it sounds and its more trouble than its worth
this story of epic proportions is a bard's tail about my brothers adventuring group in D&D and its not finished, but its badass: "Epic of the Silver Wyrm" Ere and lo, you listen to this epic tale of old when dragons ruled the ancient skies and heroes won their gold but heroes they, the very best in all the multiverse to them was to face your death and never the reverse Bane, the first, a brutish minotaur raised alone by a silver wyrm, his fate is in the stars Kamor, the next, cham'pion of vaLOR demons trembled at his might and perished on his sword Eladro, ah! a caster he, in our days of old illithid who'd turned to good, and spoke of eldritch words Beyofor next, a Bronze, intent on serving good was he with lightning breath and sharpest claws and great efficiency and Finally the Silver Wyrm who's name is lost to ages and right unto his violent death his deeds are those of mages these five, Epitome, pillars all of good Tales of tale like Armanal and underdark escapes until that fateful day it was with massive jaws agape the tarresque, fearsome beast, which our heroes now hath slain but not 'fore one of their number, lost unto its reign saddened, mourning, with their loss, they went there seperate ways but again to be united on that epic day Called to defend their sacred ground from a dark incursion to let their brutish friend a sleep without evil perversion that day they held back armies, thousands died beneath their blades for all their strikes and blows were fueled by seething rage and at last they stood alone, alive, on fields of righteous death and a' last their barriers broke and on and on they wept they wept their tears of rage and death, and death and sudden pain they wept for days upon for friends long lost, for Bane then they swore upon their lives ne'er to seperate and for a small part of that one day, each member was elated with renew'd vigor they defended all twas good from honored Sharr to grandest Alt, even to Dreadsong wood but for that day, when their walking fortress stopped when they checked the dusk and the trees oh how they rocked Shell-Mhenk armies grand, marching straight to them and hearts and blades were ready with the anger from within hobgoblins were massacred, they died in droves and scores Icy breath and lightning bolt, eldritch words and roars but hobgoblins kept coming, and they never found respite for Paladins an'honored, fell beneath their evil might and thats all ive got, hope you liked it (( comment ))
