The Nom
Simon Thorley
Greater Manchester, United Kingdom (Great Britain)
This is my railgun.
There are many like it but this one is mine.
My railgun is my best friend.
It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
Without me, my railgun is useless.
Without my railgun I am useless.
I must fire my railgun true.
I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me.
I will.
Before God I swear this creed: my railgun and myself are defenders of my country, we are the masters of my enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace.
Amen.
This is my railgun.
There are many like it but this one is mine.
My railgun is my best friend.
It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
Without me, my railgun is useless.
Without my railgun I am useless.
I must fire my railgun true.
I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me.
I will.
Before God I swear this creed: my railgun and myself are defenders of my country, we are the masters of my enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace.
Amen.
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Foliage Aug 28, 2018 @ 4:40pm 
Heads that shine are “oh so fine”
And mostly trouble free
No hair to fly when wind is high
They’re always slick and neat

No hairspray or Brylcreem to buy
No brushes or pocket combs
And many ladies, I’ve heard it said,
Are fond of the old chrome dome

That must be why so many these days
Full heads of hair will shave
But, you can’t shave hair that isn’t there
I got mine the natural way

Now, you men of poetic métier