Serious arrange Once i thought it was a moment of twilight a blessing come my way because of all things This was a moment in time so pure
I had once heard a man say Tis darkest before dawn But he was a blind man It is brightest before the sun sets and evil things creep A pure moment is so easily tainted, left alone it passess us by It passess us by and we are in awe of its sight But when we try and take hold to grasp it forever We taint it and corrupt it The moment that once was the source of joy Is now the source of suffering
If humans could see what would come to pass by one action or another Would we take the road less traveled and avoid grief? Or perhaps would we change nothing to enjoy that sweetness despite the cost I have looked back, seen the road less traveled And i am a fool who would choose to suffer, for that moment of true peace That is my thinking, My Serious Arrange
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" BE YOURSELF BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE IS ALREADY TAKEN" --OSCAR WILDE
If u not nsw then **** u bitch cuz im naruka but my friend ghost made run this ****. if u got a porblem dont try and hide it cuz if u cant handle the heat then u cant play nsw bitch..
lol go so hard
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"A rock thrown at a pole will not hit, but if one does not aim at the pole, it will hit! That is the law I used!"
noobs dont fret the badest of the bad was once a noob and you might be good one day you might even rule the game
OR NOT!!!!! YOU COULD SUCK AT THE GAME THE WHOLE TIME YOU PLAYED IT NEVER PASING A SINGLE MISSION BARELY LVLING UP CANT HOLD A CONVERSATION GET TONS OF ENIMIES WHO CAN KICK YOUR ASS
all u have is the levels other then that u can not beat me. And also it does not matter cause i did not train u anythin. that was long ago and i devolped new ways.
lous was a master now he a noob i trained under the best now i rule i am king the ultiamte faught me and lost from the bottom i rose and stayed and the top i tamed the badest of the bad and trained them also and as the end of the poem comes closer one more person i must say to my first master menobadazz you trained me well
Weapons Are The Devil's Tool, They create everything of hatred. Wars,fights and something all fear, Death.
We do not need weapons, Only our hearts. To set everthing peacefully.
We wander thinking, Should I use my heart or weapons. But when you see the devestation of those things, That cause hatred you know its your heart that you should use.
So now you see the meaning of this poem, That sets people apart. We live through hard times, Still we need to be strong and overcome them!
