I don't know...
Nobody commented my drawing ;_; it made me wonder if its any good ;_;


Stone quietCornered at every turn By a feeling that burns Tearing out the pages of the Bible Replacing them with ones from The US constitution Breathing in lies like Saline solution As the dust beneath our feet begins to flow Sifting through clenched toes Seperating equal time and memory Educating slaves Tending to the graves of their children Teaching ink to spell Sending gods to hell Reading rights while fingering the trigger Thumb embracing the steel adjacent to Tools hidden from view Used to keep you Under their control Paying death's toStone quiet


The FarmerThe sheep followed the farmer blindly Keeping eye on the lantern fixed to the staff All in three separate lines, side by side, They inched slowly forward, unknowing, uncaring The sheep let their feet ignite the dust beneath Choking them in a swirl of spinning dirt Slowly accumulating under their eyes In their nostrils Blinding them more, and ensnaring their senses Their ever-watchful, beady black eyes Still affixed to the only light they could see They followed the farmer to a cliff, and one by one Slowly walked off and fell into the abyss Each one still keeping theThe Farmer


HeHis hand was incredibly steady as he typed his goodbyes. His eyes stayed glued to the computer monitor, reflecting back the words that he hoped wouldn't actually be his last. This wasn't supposed to be serious. It was supposed to be just a test.He
A game, if you will.
He printed the paper out noisily, not even bothering to muffle the sound of the sliding piece rocking from side to side like an old loom shuttle. He took the printed page, and put it on his bed, trying to arrange it nicely amidst the freshly folded blankets, and clean floor. After all, he thought, it'd be nice to come back to a clean house.
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Enjoi Responsibly
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ʎlqısuodsǝɹ ıoɾuǝ
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Blessed Be )O(
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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Blessed Be )O(
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Blessed Be )O(
I thought you hated me D:
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Blessed Be )O(
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