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aruiz050613 25 Jul @ 10:26pm 
Memories broken
The truth goes unspoken
I’ve even forgotten my name

I don’t know the season
Or what is the reason
I’m standing here holding my blade

A desolate place ( place )
Without any trace ( trace )
It’s only the cold wind I feel

It’s me that I spite
As I stand up and fight
The only thing I know for real

There will be blood -shed
The man in the mirror nods his head

The only one-left
Will run up upon the dragon’s back

Because the mountains don’t give back what they take
Oh no
There will be blood ( blood )-shed ( shed )
It’s the only thing I’ve ever known

Losing my identity
Wondering have I gone insane
To find the truth in front of me
I must climb this mountain range
Looking downward from this deadly height
And never realizing why I fight
Vincent Crabbe 19 Jun @ 6:44pm 
Cheeseburger with fries combo is actually quite tasty did you know that in 1993 big mac donalds started the with fries campaign to sell their leftover potatoes from feeding their employees
Vincent Crabbe 26 Feb @ 4:51am 
with fries
Vincent Crabbe 29 Aug, 2023 @ 11:10am 
apple of the sauce the third of his name
Vincent Crabbe 14 Jun, 2022 @ 11:17am 
And even while he is doing this the air monopolist will be preaching sermons on the Brotherhood of Man; he will be dispensing advice on "Christian Duty" in the Sunday magazines; he will give utterance to numerous more or less moral maxims for the guidance of the young. And meantime, all around, people will be dying for want of some of the air that he will have bottled up in his gasometers. And when you are all dragging out a miserable existence, gasping for breath or dying for want of air, if one of your number suggests smashing a hole in the side of one of th gasometers, you will all fall upon him in the name of law and order, and after doing your best to tear him limb from limb, you'll drag him, covered with blood, in triumph to the nearest Police Station and deliver him up to "justice" in the hope of being given a few half-pounds of air for your trouble.