The Land Haunted by HistoryThe land haunted by its history, Forever to remember its misery, The land torn apart by war, Never to get less, always doomed for more. The land where the grass refuses to grow, No life about, just collecting snow. But in this land shrouded in misery, A man shall emerge and set it free, For in The Land Haunted by its History, Grass will spring forth, lush and green. The man who will set this land free, Will make it forget its hate and misery, He will wash away the sins of ye, Who have turned this land to turmoil, then flee. He will gather us to rejoice in gleeThe Land Haunted by History
Winter DaysWinter days how i dread you so, With you gloomy days and your constant snow. Your wind blows, freezing my ears, All the animals sleep, not sure about deers. Some kids are out playing and sledding, While I stay inside sick and dreading. I always get a cold no matter what, I'd rather stay inside and not freeze off my butt. I hate winter weather, I hate being cold, I hate cold seats of leather, and I'll love warmth 'till I'm old.Winter Days
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I swear to God, I don't remember doing any crack this morning.
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"We are the Knights Who Say--"
"BOOBIES."
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"When life gives you lemons, say: "I like lemons, what else have ya' got?" ~someone famous.
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