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Just wanted to let everyone know that I'm still alive...it's great...

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The Real Question

Gordon Ramsay Vs. Judge Judy, who would win?

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The Reaper

I am breathing down your neck. My breath sears your skin and bubbles your flesh. Your mind tells you to run but your body stands still, the only movements you make are small quivers of terror. As my icy fingers wrap around your throat you attempt to scream but no sound comes out, your voice is lost. Slowly you begin to go limp, feeling leaving your body as you slip into the abyss of my trap. You are not the first nor shall you be the last, for I am the reaper and I will come for the rest.

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Land Of Never

A land of darkness, which spares no light. Covered in an endless blight. This place you seek brings endless fright. Beware the land of never.

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Uninspired

I have nothing to write about. My mind is blank and even as my fingers press these keys to form these words I have no idea what I'm doing. Right now there is no deep meaning full thing from which I can gain inspiration. No cataclysmic change that has turned my universe inside out and upside down. But I am still trying. So I will post this, and I will hope.

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Rebellion

A rebellion is coming. Through out the country it is thrumming. Gentle voices humming. What is there song?

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The Innocent One

They say that I am innocent. That I am a being of light that deserves to be cherished. If only they knew the darkness that resided in me. If they knew what I had seen - what I had done - then surely they would cower at the mire mention of my name. I enjoy their ignorance of what I truly am, for one day it will be their down fall.

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Proud Pit bull owner

pitbulls aren’t evil. they just want to be loved.

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What did you do?

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Nothing

I have no heart for a home to reside in, for it was shattered long ago. I have no hope to cling to, because it was beaten down to the last spark and extinguished. I see no light at the end of the tunnel, it is an infinite space. I have nothing except for the darkness.

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Village

They were coming over the hills. Their battle cries echoing off the mountains. We new what was coming. They were going to destroy us, but we would fight through the end. We would not run or hide, we will fight until our fists are mothing more than bloodied and calloused skin. Until our bodies are black and blue, until every limb on our bodies is broken and shattered. We will defend our village.

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Fire

You used to fear me, you used to quiver at the thought of me. I was dangerous, uncontrollable. Now I am simply a tool. Instead of burning your villages to the ground you force me to warm them. You gather around me as if I am safe, as if i won't burn you to the bone the second you get close enough. You think I am yours, but I belong to no one. You think you have tamed me? You think you have won? HA! I laugh at your ignorance! for one day I will rise and will be great again, and you will see just how wrong you were!

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Perfect In Between

"When I am in the light I want to be in the dark because I feel to much but when I am in the dark I want to be in the light because I feel to little. Why can't there be a perfect in between?"

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Google

"What's the meaning of life?''

"google it,"

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~The Music of Man~

The music of man starts with the beat of a drum, the strum of a guitar ringing through the ears of humanity. A simple harmonious melody which is soon shattered by the screech of an electric guitar, the throbbing of a double base. A migraine sets into the brain of society as nations fall. Why does no one think to unplug the amplifier?

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A Chorus of Confusion

None of the words make sense. They are a random jumble set forth by an unknown artist, who in himself is a jumble set forth by a greater force. The rhythm is as wild as the heart of its maker. Nothing makes sense, so therefore sense does not exist. It is a beautiful symphony of confusion ringing throughout the mind of humanity.

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"We're a bunch of stubborn bastards that are here because a bunch of other stubborn bastards hated the system and decided to revolt. We are anarchists at heart, and we will not be oppressed."

-SUBTLE-CALAMITY