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Joshthefirst:
Lol. religion section, and now I am returned for your dissection.

We meet again paker, brown king, proud flying king.
You left me with wounds dealt by your flying wing.
You abandoned me to firestar, princesa
They banished me to realms devoid of tesla.

Times passed and I wandered in unknown lands
I fought and was plundered by unknown bands.
And I nursed my wounds and felt my throat become sand.
But I am strong, the stuff of legend, fathers mighty hand.

My pain became strong gain
For I conquered those flux realms
And I became the hair of the unicorn's mane
And I learned the secret of flight and fame.


Come at me again paker, fiery brown king
come, and let our word swords dance and sing.

I am earth's child,
I have come running wild,
Escorted with storms and hurricanes.
I twirl, whirl, skirl and tame
Queens to the beat of my glide.

I've seen what he wrote
On his note, his lines made me bolt.
(Who dares forsake its king?)
If they poke and joke,
Then I'll smoke and choke
Erm..Till they can't cope
With my strokes
Stripping them off their rococo robe.

At my liesure i'll chew their fingers like carrot,
This is how a god play and dine with a queen like a pawn,
Then i'll watch erm speak like a toothless parrot
After cropping their mouth's farm off its 32 white corns.

I am earth's child,
I have come running wild,
Escorted with storms and hurricanes.
I twirl, whirl, skirl and tame
Queens to the beat of my glide.

joseph1832:
I'll have you know my good man, that sex doesn't motivate me, only money does...

Money? Since when?

firestar:


Sadist.

Haba! I will repent henceforth

The Shot (Emotions)

Far across the desert sea of Sambisa
Lays an inland of crime bustling militia
Wielding tools that coughs out death,
To it we crawled with our four chained-legged monster
On the wrinkled naked sands with a mask of bravery,
Hiding the fear of failure that glows on our faces.

Like a duck we caravanned into our mission
Snipping a tattered militia in a ragtag 'danshaki',
His head headed his heap of shield and his eyes glued
To the wall behind; death was alive once again,
As it took lives at ease in its theater of thunderous applauds.
We shot into their defenses, causing a pandemonium
which exposes their desperation and lack of control.

A young lass in hijab as if immune to bullets
Flung towards us crying, she seemed lost -
Her steps steep the ground in a somewhat compass of confusion;
Our guns stopped talking. Our emotions overwhelmed our gun's lips -
It kisses pause! But she ran and hugged a soldier
Whose waiting arms fell out the sky like a butcher's chop.
Twelve soldiers were killed by suicide - Oh young lass!

Again, our bullets sang our pain into their end,
Their decimation became easy with a stain of anger in us.
Then another lass sprouted out in the open,
A modus somehow similar to the first.
My comrades again hesitated and kissed pause.
Private Oche dunt his rifle at her, she fell...
And my trigger clinched my finger to let out a shot
To her stomach pouring out her duodenum.
We watched her struggle to breathe till her life was gone.
But on searching her hijab, she had no suicide vest on....


My shot killed an unarmed girl...............