How many more,
Are you going to hurt,
By taking away,
What little they’ve got.
How many more,
Will you sentence to die,
Purely because,
They saw all your lies.
How many more,
Shall be forced on the streets,
all in the name
Of your little green sheets.
How many more,
Shall fall to weep,
Before you see,
All your venomous cheek.
How many more,
Have to rise up in arms,
Just so they’re
Children can live and be free.
How many more,
Coins and notes,
Must you have,
ZOMG ~ nicely writern.
I love how you don't mention puck as a charater but as a person who is but no around.
I'm going to read book 3 when I wake up tomorrow <3
Bit by bit,
They fall in line,
Standing strong above the young,
Never thinking about those
who knew.
We knew We knew,
Of how they controlled them all,
Battered and bruised,
every single one.
They know. They know, For this we must control them, for should they break free, Hope would spread, In the hearts of many.
Such horrid people,
They batter and bruise,
Those who have not yet
Noticed the ruse.
Their words scare, their fists batter,
They will always make us suffer,
We ar
Take your fans out and de dust the fans and make sure they are working.
Your system is over heating.
Please remember computers are not dust free and dust build up over time. espeshally in the fans as they suck air in.
'what the hell' XD What a line, that makes that poem worth reading.
I might have more thoughts later when I'm in a different frame of mind. I'll tell you what I think then. Other wise this was quite Dull, mainly cause you didn't capture any of the raw emotion of the scean your depicting.