Warondar
Jeffrey Hendricks
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Don't Piss Off Old People, :Solberg:
The Older We Get, :bhaal:
The Less 'Life In Prison', Is A Deterrent. :Histeria:
:bhaal::Histeria::bhaal::Histeria::Solberg:

"War...war never changes." Fallout.
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it"
Santayana's famous aphorism.

Chanelhyagh

A WISE OLD FARMER ONCE SAID...
"Who shall sow the grass seeds,
Shall be rewarded with precious hay, not weeds;
At harvest, who places round bales on top of hill,
Shall learn the error of this most unwise of deeds.
Everything, especially ♥♥♥♥ and round bales, roll down hill;
See them, jumping in front of rolling bales has begone,
Will surely end lives before the harvest is done."

Life On Replay

Life on replay, always in my head,
Too much, too fast, but all is said.
The pain, the misery, the guilt, the dread,
Obsidian claws tearing this soul to shred,
Leaving empty, now only a primal sea of red.
Can't find a needle and thread,
No way to fix it so they said,
Only wanting to be at peace and rested.
Wrong to have even thought and said.
Ultimately just wake up dead.
Like Orion, soaring free in the end.
From event horizon, the abyss will send.
This life, a final replay, and dead.
Don't Piss Off Old People, :Solberg:
The Older We Get, :bhaal:
The Less 'Life In Prison', Is A Deterrent. :Histeria:
:bhaal::Histeria::bhaal::Histeria::Solberg:

"War...war never changes." Fallout.
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it"
Santayana's famous aphorism.

Chanelhyagh

A WISE OLD FARMER ONCE SAID...
"Who shall sow the grass seeds,
Shall be rewarded with precious hay, not weeds;
At harvest, who places round bales on top of hill,
Shall learn the error of this most unwise of deeds.
Everything, especially ♥♥♥♥ and round bales, roll down hill;
See them, jumping in front of rolling bales has begone,
Will surely end lives before the harvest is done."

Life On Replay

Life on replay, always in my head,
Too much, too fast, but all is said.
The pain, the misery, the guilt, the dread,
Obsidian claws tearing this soul to shred,
Leaving empty, now only a primal sea of red.
Can't find a needle and thread,
No way to fix it so they said,
Only wanting to be at peace and rested.
Wrong to have even thought and said.
Ultimately just wake up dead.
Like Orion, soaring free in the end.
From event horizon, the abyss will send.
This life, a final replay, and dead.
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