All I Can Think About is You, SnipsYou bring me hope
You bring me hapiness
You bring me love
You bring me strength
Your horns are taller than a droid
Your eyes are brighter than a star
Together, we are strength
Together, we are love
Together, we are inmortal
I can't forget you
if I do, I will forget myself
If you die, I will die
Your tattoos are beautiful
Your horns are wonderful
You are my colour
The Burning CrossOn their horses of hate they gallop
Their ghostly robes you see
A torch of evil they carry
The Cross they have perverted
Gone is their humanity
Instead hatred there is
In their left hand, they carry a torch
In their right, a tightly prepared noose
The white pick on those who blend with the night
They drag you behind the horse
They wrap your neck of innocence around a tree with rope
You look into those eyes, those burning eyes.
The noose is tightening, you plead for your life
But they will have none of it
They hate you
THeir robes scream hate
Your lifeless body hangs in the tree
The ghosts then gallop back into the dark
Their evil deeds done
Cops and Barons (1/4)Prohibition has been in force for 100 days and there have not been any murders, burgalries, break-ins or any other crime in the district. Maybe Prohibition is a good idea, but I don't know. I'm not a politician, just a servant of the law.
Detective Steven Murrow smudged his cigarette in the ash tray as he read the morning newspaper. "Hey, Chief. Looks like we're out of business, like the barkeeps", said Steven. "Don't think so, Steve. The police are never out of business", replied the Chief. "Uh-huh. Chief, these cigarretes taste like shit. What's the deal?" asked Steve. "The cigarette trade dried up with the alcohol trade. I've had to buy cigarrettes from my cousin. He makes them in his basement", explained the Chief. "You're a genius, Chief", replied Steve.
Just then, the phone rang. Steve picked it up and said "Murrow speaking", A man then said "Hey. I was just walking near the park when I found a tied-up body in a hole", S
Ode to the VictimYou walk at night
To your family
Your child is probably ill
You decide to catch a bus
It's all quiet
Until Satan's six disciples board the bus
THey surround you
They tear off your clothes
They do horrible things to you
You're thrown off the bus by the disciples, laughing and snickering.
You are found and brought to a hospital
But it is too late
You pass away
But you shall know, that justice will be wrought
No Paradise Without ThemThey pushed away the evil
We believe in them
They shine upon our lives
We are blessed by them
They are our heroes
Jesus Christ, Buddha, Allah, all the rest.
They are the true heroes
We are united in our dedication
We are separated only by our beliefs
But we are honoured to have them
As our gods
No matter how our beliefs are
We are united
In our gratitude to God
We can't live without their gudance!
No Country With YouGeneral Kim Jong-un!
We hate you!
We can't live with you!
Our country can't live
With you in Power!
You spread lies, lies and more lies!
We cannot eat!
We cannot sleep!
Without hearing your
We will burn the flag!
We will burn the photos!
We will burn the movies!
We will burn the books!
Korea will burn until you
leave and leave us be!
Death! Death! Death to you!
Kim Jong's KoreaOnce you cross the border
You are a ghost
You are invisible
You are a drone
Serving the hive
You are reprogrammed
You are taught new concepts
You cannot resist
Comrade Kim Jong-un is
In your mind
You slip into the red
Away from the blue
You are theirs
You belong in Kim Jong's Korea
Assad StyleAssad Style!
I am Hafez Asad
President of searing Syria
I enjoy the press
Because there is no press
Woops! Sorry, I am not Hafez!
I am Bashar!
Woops! I can't shoot my pistol
Cos we have no money!
Sanctions! Sanctions! Sanctions!
Woops! I stubbed my toe!
There are defections
Cos we don't pay!
I live in Damascus!
Cos I won't leave!
I am fighting a war
WHich I cannot win!
This is Assad Style!
We have only one export: gas, gas, gas, gas! Poison gas!
What are oyu going to do, Obama? Huh! Watcha gonna to do?
NATO is a pain in my toe!
Watcha gonna to do, Nay-toe? Huh?
There are no elections
Death Battle: Andrew Detmer vs Delsin Rowe
Nineball: This is it! Discussion has been finished! Your comments have been read! We have concluded who the winner is and the Death Battle is ready to begin! This kind Nineball is grateful for the responses!
Armored Gorilla: Finally! That amount of paperwork and research was tiring. Not to mention you did nothing while I set the entire thing up! Deciding the victor was hard too!
Nineball: Hey! You have no authority on this Death Battle! Besides, I gave you bananas did I? One note guys, certain locations are made up or compositized.
Armored Gorilla: He means combined for the sake of showing a good Death Battle. So the actual world of Seattle used in this map is barely real. Don't make up words such as comp-
Nineball: Exactly! But anyway, onto the Death Battle!
Armored Gorilla: Please stop cutting me off.
City Status: City is undamage
Familiar VoicesI shuffled around, trying to find somewhere to stay for a while. I saw a large shack, that had enough room for me to relax. As I got closer, I heard voices... FAMILIAR voices. I knew those people. With no warning, tears started streaming from my eyes. "Timebomb, we should just give up, we can't find her," the strict voice of Sarah said. "No, we can't give up! This is where she went, I'm sure! I didn't wander around for four years for nothing!" the worried, but still upbeat, voice of Timebomb yelled. "Copper's already died, we shouldn't risk any more deaths!" Sarah yelled in response. I gasped a little, and more tears streamed down my face, this time of sadness. I heard a bark from Quasar, then silence. "Maybe we should just go to sleep..." Timebomb said after a while. I decided what I wanted to do. I opened the door slowly, and said slightly nervously, "I don't know, I'm not very tired..." Timebomb, Sarah, Bryan, and Quasar, all looked at me in shock. Quasar then barked. I smiled, and
Name: Holiday Jinxens
Birthday: December 25th
Current Residence: Half Blood Hill
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Godly Parent: Ares, Greek god of war.
Physical Appearance: Short and wiry, basically no chest really, long shaggy black hair that sticks out everywhere. Slanted dark brown eyes and a pale complexion, a small pointed nose and teeth that have a small gap between the front two. She usually has dark bags under her eyes and she slouches when she walks making herself look smaller than she really is. She wears dark clothes with long sleeves and pants that usually reach the floor but she does not really mind exposing her midriff. Very dark style usually all blacks because she likes to comfort herself by pretending she can hid from danger in all of the shadows.
Shy- Holiday is frightened of new things and a lot of things in general, she has not been treated well in the past and due to this does not like meeting new people and stan
New Hero Chapter 3-Happy Birthday, Ziggy!
Silveena held Orb in the hands. Ziggy touched the present. It was light. Than Ziggy asked:
-What is that, Silvy?
Silveena decided to not say all details about her walking and answered:
-Just some ball that I found in the Ruins of Inkrum, The Forbidden city.
Ziggy was wondered by this fact. But... Noone of them knew what is this orb for. Ziggy lost by his thoughts a bit and then he said:
-To me it is a bouncy ball...
Suddenly Ziggy continued:
-I only wanted the Malassa card for my birthday.
Silveena knew, that Ziggy means one Terapokomon card - his favourite game, which is TGC. She knew well about all his cards, rules of this game and abilities of monsters, but she have never heared about this monster before.
At this time Jorgen got information that Orb was in Ziggy's hands by Malassa. Each Faceless should know everything and of course, if it is related with Dungeon faction.
-Finally Orb found Signer... I am sure, that this small lucedian will be great hero of Du
Wear the ring that fits - Rose x Doctor.
Oh... you found... the- the... thing..
It had been quite a relaxed day in the TARDIS for both Rose and the Doctor. They had spent the whole day or night in this case...in the TARDIS together. They hadn't done anything practical apart from the Doctor telling stories, reading books to Rose and them doing their own things in the selection of rooms the Doctor had in his TARDIS.
But then The Doctor had asked Rose to go out with him for the night. Somewhere for a bite to eat or two. Maybe a drink?
Rose didn't have much to wear and the Doctor was usually okay with her looking through the wardrobe above the console room. A whole room of cloth
Chapter 3: Mysterious & Suspicious
Steven and Connie are hanging out in the living room, discussing about what happened with their encounter with Celestite.
"So....what was all that about?" Connie asked, "I thought you can be able to heal Gems."
"I dunno, I have healing spit," Steven replied, confused himself, "But Garnet tells us to leave, as if I couldn't be able to heal this Gem. It was weird....she sounded...really worried."
"Worried?" Connie questioned, confuzzled, "But didn't you say that Garnet's never worried?"
"I.....I have no idea," was all Steven can respond.
Suddenly, the door to the front door opened, revealing a battered and bruised Garnet holding her dam
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