PowerLines in the struggle by BetaBryo, literature
Literature
PowerLines in the struggle
I am a typer in the sun.
May I was a poor boy,
in 1984,
when my love,
came upon,
my daughter.
into the sun!
there was a light so clear,
you could see it,
with your,
very own,
television,
from sony.
The Japanese,
have taken my,
life away!
Oh mine,
to be free.
Indoors, I am the light in the sun!
Oh where, is my soul!
On this beautiful day.
I cannot see,
for I am shtavving!
Into the sea,
You are me.
Oh,
my beautiful life.
what a wonderful death to the soul.
I have the cereal for breakfast one morning,
it was called 'That racist America'.
NOEL is the Lord!
and I say
why can't I,
get a number off,
that beautiful sun,
when we die?
oho....oho....oha
The Lonely God
was sitting in his bed,
thinking about what he was about to do.
choice number one gave happiness to everyone,
with what he thought was an unfortunate end.
the second choice in line was a
tragedy,
with what he thought would be
a depressing start with a,
happier ending.
before all this,
his life was going swell
his happiness was bursting,
at the seams.
he was content,
until he made that choice
that second choice it seemed,
was the better one to voice,
and that's when his life went into hell.
Depression took over his rational mind,
turned him into a,
crazy mad guy.
Started thinking about,
how he isn't needed
in this,
society.
ev
900 days of waiting in the dark
alone, confused, and without a spark
It'll be a challenge, that's for sure
although, to me, it'll be but a blur.
'why?' they ask me, 'Why put yourself through such a daunting task?'
because my dear fellow,
i've found something that's worth fighting for, that I hope to have last.
something so absolutely fantastic, joyous, cute, and fun,
just the small taste I got was enough to put out the sun.
900 days of waiting
the thoughts of her i'm simply craving
her laugh, her eyes, her smile
to see her I would travel an international nautical mile
this girl's all I want and more
she's one thing on this planet
that to me,
PowerLines in the struggle by BetaBryo, literature
Literature
PowerLines in the struggle
I am a typer in the sun.
May I was a poor boy,
in 1984,
when my love,
came upon,
my daughter.
into the sun!
there was a light so clear,
you could see it,
with your,
very own,
television,
from sony.
The Japanese,
have taken my,
life away!
Oh mine,
to be free.
Indoors, I am the light in the sun!
Oh where, is my soul!
On this beautiful day.
I cannot see,
for I am shtavving!
Into the sea,
You are me.
Oh,
my beautiful life.
what a wonderful death to the soul.
I have the cereal for breakfast one morning,
it was called 'That racist America'.
NOEL is the Lord!
and I say
why can't I,
get a number off,
that beautiful sun,
when we die?
oho....oho....oha
The Lonely God
was sitting in his bed,
thinking about what he was about to do.
choice number one gave happiness to everyone,
with what he thought was an unfortunate end.
the second choice in line was a
tragedy,
with what he thought would be
a depressing start with a,
happier ending.
before all this,
his life was going swell
his happiness was bursting,
at the seams.
he was content,
until he made that choice
that second choice it seemed,
was the better one to voice,
and that's when his life went into hell.
Depression took over his rational mind,
turned him into a,
crazy mad guy.
Started thinking about,
how he isn't needed
in this,
society.
ev
900 days of waiting in the dark
alone, confused, and without a spark
It'll be a challenge, that's for sure
although, to me, it'll be but a blur.
'why?' they ask me, 'Why put yourself through such a daunting task?'
because my dear fellow,
i've found something that's worth fighting for, that I hope to have last.
something so absolutely fantastic, joyous, cute, and fun,
just the small taste I got was enough to put out the sun.
900 days of waiting
the thoughts of her i'm simply craving
her laugh, her eyes, her smile
to see her I would travel an international nautical mile
this girl's all I want and more
she's one thing on this planet
that to me,
We are both alive at the same time
the question is
will you let it affect your being
will you act as my friend
go with me to the end
or forget about me
a lonely string strung among your memories
lying just as a footnote
in your happiness
Being the one clinging hope desperately my arms grew weak
Will you catch me as I fall
or watch my world turn bleak
I cannot choose as I have chosen too much as time's past
so it is your choice that shall be the last
end the saga or continue the story
the choice is yours
hell or glory
So yeah, I'm bored and homework doesn't sound like fun. Enjoy this or whatever.
Took about 4 hours over the course of two days. It was pretty fun tho ^_^
1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?
I have one on my knee cap, from sliding on a concrete slide thing and essentially taking out like 5 layers of skin or so. It's on this thing down in Park City, Utah called the Alpine Slide. It's basically riding down a mountain on this plastic thing with wheels in concrete half pipes. And you pay to do that stuff. Yeah, don't go too fast or you'll flip the thing and lose a couple layers of skin and it hurts.
2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?