

Sea of WarI stand, tired, weary, watching the skySea of War
The wind-chimes start to whir and move Their melodic tunes ringing with a sadness and agony The wind gently caresses my face Tempting, Teasing, Laughing It begins to rain, pain now, stinging The slow bing bong bing becomes loud and obnoxious I turn away unable to bare To the sea, a monster, a beast ready to attack Devouring and consuming all who tempt fate A thousand thousand screaming bombs
Reaching terminal velocity
Striking the surface with the hate of war No flames or fire, a plip plup plip The shockwaves moving f
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Quien habla mucho tiene algo que esconder,
quien calla con coherencia está convencido de algo.
-Andy
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"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?" -Douglas Adams on Religion.
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