Sympathy for the Reaper “Cat? What's it like when you die?” “It's like going to sleep after you've been tired for a very long time.” “But you never wake up?” “No, you never wake up.” Lily thought about this for a while, her lips curled out and her face set in an exaggeration of thinking. “Never ever?Sympathy for the Reaper
HellWar is hell, so the saying goes. Blood, gore, explosions, death. Water, filled with bodies. An arm here, a leg there, a head lying on the ground, its features unidentifiable. Crawling on the grass under rapid-fire machine gun bullets, trying to push a line forward six feet in the attempt to invade an entire country. Boats sinking. Planes crashing, the pilot screaming in terror. Soldiers crying for their mothers, praying to god, wanting to be home. And for what? Our recent wars in this nation have had no lines to move, no huge battles to be won, or lost. We’re stopping terrorism. Communism. In fact, in our present war, there isn’tHell
Non-Devious Journal Entry
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Featuring: ColeS-Chan!! Visit her! ( [link] )
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the turtle wished that it could fly
really high into the sky
over rooftops and then dive
into the sea~ <3 !
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I'm writing a poem of words that look like they should rhyme when they read them, but don't (such as enough, through, and bough). Can you message me if you know some? Thanks.
.. I am Sam
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I'm writing a poem of words that look like they should rhyme when they read them, but don't (such as enough, through, and bough). Can you message me if you know some? Thanks.
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