

As they lay dyingAs he closes his eyes He is taken backAs they lay dying
Through the years To the night of the attack
The bombs exploding The bullets flying The cries of soldiers As they lay dying
The truck he is in Flies to a stop And his unit jumps out Boots landing with "plops"
He takes in the sight His heart skips a beat Laying all around he sees Freedom's fighters never again to meet
His eyes start to water As he scans all around Looking for those
Who must be found
Devoid of all reason He moves to avenge


Black and whiteTaking a deep breath, he stepped off the bus into the cold embrace of the sidewalk. He shakes his head to clear it and walks down the street toward his destination, silently cursing everything from the cold to the gods that allowed it to happen. His destination you ask? His new job and 15 days of training with people he did not know and would not fit in with. These thoughts occupied his mind during his walk, helping to keep it from the bitter cold that bit into any flesh left exposed. Stopping outside the building, he reaches his reddening hands into his pocket and retrieves his cigarettes and lighter, hoping to calm himself at least slightlyBlack and white


ColorThe sun's reflection off the purple sea seemed to be more like pillars of smoke rather then beams. She (she?) quirks her brow slightly and takes a deep breath, instantly feeling refreshed and slightly light headed. Giggles start to erupt from her like a fountain as she took a closer look around. What she saw only confirmed her belief that she was not in Kansas anymore. Blue mountains dotted the horizon while yellow trees towered over teal prairies and red grass brushed against her ankles. She had a hard time deciding whether it was beautiful or just garish, but either way it kept her from looking up, fearful of what the sky might hold. AfterColor
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That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.
H.P. Lovecraft
We come from nothing, We go back to nothing so in reality what have we really gained but nothing.
Monty Python
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~*My Destiny's such
That I must stocking & curl,
So everybody thinks that I'm
A fucking
SUICIDE GIRL*~
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Strive for excellence, not perfection. Perfection is neurotic, excellence is inspirational -- Gene Juarez
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