Call of DutyAs you strike each note. The panio plays on. Each note rings out in my ear. I see her there, her beauty only second to her heart.Call of Duty
Baring out in each note she sings the misery. We all sway, not quite with it and not quite against it. What would she have us do? Her music begs for our attention.
As time passes by, the duty is called out. Each person takes the time to memorize their parts. The story that only began when all of us are here is about to unfold. Juxtaposed each instrument that we had Only to give into the fame and decadence.
Each note d
If looks could killGuilty by design she said I was made for her destruction. Pulled the pane of glass out of the shattered window. Each cut on your hand proves to me how much I wanted to smash it into pieces. It was the nightmare before the rapture, that I wanted to forget.If looks could kill
She said If looks could kill, that day you looked at me I would have died. Your always so cold, is it something I've done? She said If looks could kill, than I'd be dead. I said To me you already are.
Shatterday, come down like a falling bomb. This has been brought to you by the explosion. Anger hits the fire and the f
Reservoir RavensThe Silence is like a explosion. Somewhere between the destruction and the rebuilding there was a hidden plan. All of this seems so planed out. We watched as the house burnt to ash. The scene looked like a snow globe, as we stood watching it with smiles.Reservoir Ravens
The apex of destruction was outshadowed by the screaming. The terror on the faces, as their world began to slowly shatter in front of them. Shatterday's on hand and in this moment everything is going as planned. With every broken window, end's the promise that I made to you. They lay broken in the street, chalk outlines, with the ha
You have got to be kidding me.
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Just Kidding
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Happiness lives for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear. Th
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