

RaindropsPit, pat, pit, pat They come crashing down to earth, Bombardier pilots Laughing without mirth. They cannot steer, But have no fear, They find their targets still.Raindrops
Little suicide pilots, they never get a kill. These little devious terrorists Have an unassuming name,
To most of us Who see them now We simply call them Rain


Summer's DirgeThe sky is dreary, Overcast and grey. It must know that Summer Died again todaySummer's Dirge


HoratioI have no wife to worry for me I have no son to carry on my name And I have no friend to support or comfort me I betrayed my loyalty long ago For he gave his life as I should have given mine But I was weak and stayed behind And now my hair grays All strength does drain from my arms My fire in my eyes extinguished I forsook a death in battle, for what? So I may whither and die like a fallen oak Devoid of glory and significance Alone in the skirts of Denmark Winters cold bite knawing at my soul My poor unworthy soul Grey as the skies pallor hue WitheHoratio
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Life is a dream, death is just waking up.
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Vampire
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Vampire
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Life is a dream, death is just waking up.
^_^ Hi!!!
Love the writing. ^^
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I may get
Megs
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Life is a dream, death is just waking up.
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-I understand the square mind of the staff, but i don't recognoise the desicion, because many photo art in this site is very- very pornografic more than my drawings, but oh yes, there are girls showing their bodyes, ha,ha,ha-
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I have gone astray like a lost sheep: seek Thy servant; for I do not forget Thy commandments. - Psalm 118 (119)
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