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Post by sirscarf on Feb 26, 2016 22:29:05 GMT
Waking from another dream Filled with Darkness and Destruction Showing the unwritten soul Just tell me, which could it be?
Shatter timelines back and forth Hit reset while the world's breaking down The pretender can remember but he will still go down
Waking from the same old dream Same old world and same scenery Breaking down this reckless soul So tell me, whose could it be?
Show me your Determination Just stay back or take your action now Genociding then they're hiding Judgement will soon be held
Even on this day it will all just end It all disappears, even happiness, even grief Take your last chance left as I count down from three
R E S E T
Can you understand how this all must feel? They all disappear and it starts all over for me No more time to waste, just this once I will stay
First her voice had left... Then his dust was spread... Soon our hero fell and all screens went black
Gave up trying way too long ago Cannot tell what I've been waiting for Everything just keeps repeating, what do I try for? Tell me what I have been searching for Our bad time didn't last too long Joining those who had to fight alone, say goodbye now
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Post by robosax on Feb 28, 2016 3:32:25 GMT
Rest in pepperoni
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Post by lm_Brian on Feb 28, 2016 3:53:37 GMT
A few hundred faces sit still on the dust deaf, dumb, happy alone all at once
and then one voice murmurs "Join me, we must! Or else all you have Will be torn down by dusk!
The enemy, they group! They talk! They work! We must unite if we plan more than to lurk!"
The murmur it grows into a long scream as all the men on the ground they group and they team
"Safety is needed in numbers and strength!" Shout the leaders, appointed, by the work of their breath
Soon the dust, once open and endless is divided by lines, drawn by men, intent on separating their foe from their friend.
And the map written down, on the dust of our world is watched and recorded, as it shifts and it swirls. Until the moment, one voice creaks through the smoke "Now is the time, to strike, or we've lost!"
And the dust on our ground is pulled into the air as our shot is released, our war-flags flown bare and the lines in the dust, that once marked out foes now mark the graves of the friends we have lost.
And once the dust and the bullets, have all been ex-spent. and the only ones left who might want us dead are the men that we lead, to war and to dread who we once called friend who now we call threats
So the leaders, who built, whichever faction has won now find true peace, an unlikely fate Unable to let their brothers have fun they plan to make war an eternal state.
And a new Scourge appears in their dusty home and he says "I can be an eternal foe!"
And the Scourge attacks, not with fire and shot but by driving their allies to chaos and clot A cancer, he spreads, his influence grows until half our world is a part of his plot.
The victors, they think "We will win, we are strong!" And strike out at the Scourge, wherever he shows But the Scourge is a ghost, he hides in plain sight hurts not the lackies, the leaders he fights.
And now our commanders, attacked by this Scourge that they themselves summoned, to order their force finds their armies useless, their weapons defective as the multi armies, take their objective.
A few of our factions leaders can think They know that the old world is going down the sink. So they stand not where the Scourges snipers will shoot and watch from their fortress, for the moment to loot.
And the bloody chaos continues, as the Scourge fights the king until our multying friend stands alone in the ring. The world stands before him, his victory complete as the floor falls from below him, he faces defeat.
Not from the enemy, he has already beaten, but from the weight of the cancer he has built to defend him.
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Post by Allen Chärra on Mar 1, 2016 14:30:33 GMT
And this night I sit by my fire free, Surrounded by the ghosts of my former enemies, They mock me, they taunt me, their stares are like knives, Piercing the veil of crackling heat, cursed souls who despise,
It does them no good, for they can not feel, hear or see, If I could give back the life they once enjoyed to reclaim, I'd do it as quick as a match goes out in the breeze, But they don't want that, just my soul to torture and tame,
I long not for the night to come to its end, For in this room I sit with my ghosts, My only true friends.
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