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Just had to vent. I don't hate people but I am very disappointed in the recent actions of multiple parties. I might add to this later, I did start writing this at 2 in the morning.
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6, The Spaceman, Part 2
After our last op, which ended with a rather humorous confrontation between government operatives and the corporate saboteur(they beat the hell out of this man), we took our frame shuttle back to our little corvette, the Norman, and we plotted a course to Mars, where the Thunderchild would be docked on Thebes station, in orbit of Phobos. The unit was sad to have to say goodbye to the Norman, but she was in no way fit for ship-to-ship combat. She was a patrol ship, plain and simple, meant to fly us, the marines, to our destination without having to be cramped into a space shuttle (which was closer to the design of an old American space shuttle
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The Three Realms
"Ah ambassador permit me to introduce my three children to you." The marquee was very proud of his children. He had once been a great and powerful magician before the king had granted him domain over the marches. There was only the one village and the castle that the the marquee resided in, yet still his ministers and his children all made the marches a powerful domain.
"This is my younger son, Draecus."
Draecus was a tall, broad shoulder, barrel chested man with short thick hair and a well trimmed beard. He stood a full head taller than I did. His clothing all matched that of a great hunter or outdoors-man. His boots were made of greased
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The more I lost..
The more I lost,
The more I can't focus,
The more I can't leave,
I couldn't changed my new self,
I know that,
It's so unfair when you can't find a way,
To say sorry,
To be friends again,
Forgotable,
Stupidable,
The more I began to losing,
I felt like...
I lost a sadness,
I couldn't cry, or scream for forgiveness.
But one thing I didn't lose is...
The tear of the day when I was born.
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It's a poison, really,
Hatred is.
It builds in your stomach,
Burns in your blood,
Drives you blind,
And urges you to strike at innocents.
It's an addiction, really
That is fury,
We seek the smallest injustice
The smallest perceived attack
A single step, a single word, a single poem
And we come down with the weight of a thousand men.
It's a curse, really,
Rage builds.
I had gone blind,
I had lost sight,
Of justice, of peace, of empathy,
Of mercy and love.
Let it be known that an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind, before a one-eyed man is made king of its ruins.
Hatred is.
It builds in your stomach,
Burns in your blood,
Drives you blind,
And urges you to strike at innocents.
It's an addiction, really
That is fury,
We seek the smallest injustice
The smallest perceived attack
A single step, a single word, a single poem
And we come down with the weight of a thousand men.
It's a curse, really,
Rage builds.
I had gone blind,
I had lost sight,
Of justice, of peace, of empathy,
Of mercy and love.
Let it be known that an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind, before a one-eyed man is made king of its ruins.
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Well shit I fucked up and mixed up the description and literature fields, huh...