Things about me.
Fear:
Fear me not.
For I am fear,
Yet tempt me not.
For I will sear;
Your flesh, mind, and soul.
Reincarnation
In life of nothing else,
There is death.
There is life.
For if we live.
We think nothing of it.
But if we die,
Don’t we cry?
Why should we think so differently?
For life and death
Leave nothing left.
In the sorrow’s of such sweet life,
And the dark of the bed.
These aren’t so different then we think.
For all death is, is life.
And all life is, is death.
The Ending:
I have run through redemptions halls.
I have heard the rings and tones of hells bells.
Bodies and symbols adorn the live walls.
He sits and thinks what the beast has to tell.
In here the fiery gates I have found.
From what I have seen, the world will end soon.
By the word of Suma Al I am bound.
Look at the bones that were lazily strewn.
Don’t try to block the harsh reality.
Save yourself as darkness overcomes you.
Why give humanity any pity.
As the world dims survivors will be few.
Grab your loved ones and flee to the church.
Doves will look on as it ends from there perch.
The funniest, most untrue, story:
Once upon an indefinite continued progress of existence I roamed the daycares local recreation facility looking for my victim. Then I saw my prey, standing there, flanked by the marry-go-round and the fence. Within an instance I decided to go in for the kill. I stalked and sneaked until I came about 15 paces away. She glanced at me then looked away. She didn’t notice that I saw her, but I did. Staying crouched there and ready to speed off. I moved in closer, and she peaked through the bushes that she so discreetly hid behind. She realized that I saw her and she sprinted for the safety of “the tree.” This game of hide and go seek that people think is so harmless really isn’t. Our parents introduced us to this idea by hiding there faces from us when we were babies and saying peek-a-boo. It was just a sub-conscience plot to rid themselves of the bothersome kids that we were. Then the game took a hideously wrong turn. I chased after the girl, running faster, and faster, trying to keep up. She tried fooling me by running in circles, and coming back toward me, but just out of reach. I figured she was just playing around and wanted me to catch her. So I made my best attempt at grasping her by the arms and pulling her to the ground. After this was accomplished I would taunt her by repeating “I got you.” Just then when I thought I was about to catch this tease, this trickster, she knelt down and acted like she tripped or something of the like. I was to close behind her to stop and she knew this. I fell right over her and felt a snap next to my shoulder. I got up and started to laugh but I realized that my collar hurt. As the pain intensified and it started to burn, sting, and pierce. I ran and cried to the supervisor. With a quick touch he said I think it’s broken. So I had to sit in the lobby of the daycare for two or three hours waiting for my mom to pick me up when I realized that this was no accident. The girl I had been chasing was trying to kill me, and then I would come to the conclusion that my mom was behind it from the lengthy time it took her to get to the daycare. This girl that had looked at me so innocent and yet she used herself as a weapon to kill me. My mom took two and a half hours to come take me to the hospital which would normally take a half an hour. When I got to the emergency room I sighed with relief that it was nearly over. Just then as I sat in the wheel chair I saw that a funny program was on the television. So I watched and laughed, which made my pain intensify. My parents had been very careful in piecing together my demise. They got a seemingly innocent girl, and hospital in on the plot and my mom even went so far as to help. This is when I realized that trust is a very hard item to earn and that nobody should be given my trust especially my parents.
Sites i go to:
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