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We see a man, someone who has been alone for many years.

He walks by a river, now red by its color.

He stops and glances into the distance.

His eyes seem empty. Sadness is behind them.

He stands there for exactly one minute.

Then his head drops on his chest.

A tear, something he hasnÂ’t seen for many years, slides from his eye and drops on his rifle.

He is a soldier. But where is the war? Is there war?

No. ThereÂ’s only war in our minds. And our minds are hallucinating at all times.

He knows this, so his hold on his rifle thickens and his hands grow because of the power he possesses.

He looks up, says a word. ItÂ’s starting to rain. A prayer where he at the same time thanks God and curses Him to hell.

Then his eyes drop on the same level with the horizon and his face becomes like a wall of rock again. Then he takes a step forwards and his face turns to hatred and pain.

He curses. A simple, yet effective word evolves from inside. PER-KE-LE! He shouts.

Then he takes another step, and another, and another. His walk becomes faster. It becomes run.

He is Finnish. From the land of deep emotions hidden by everyone. He had to survive his childhood there, and he damn right survives any step anyone puts in his way, even if itÂ’s Gods step.

His heart beats stronger than ever, his veins enlarge, he breathes deep and strong.

His vision sharpens, his hearing perfects, the clouds in his mind diffuse.

He feels clear but empty. He desires something, something to fill the holes in his mind. So he goes to war, once again, to fill them.

/Story

Please, tell your HONEST opinion of it! I can take criticism. (Lies. LIES!)

Please do not distribute my work without my permission. If you like to use it on/in something please ask me first, as long as it's nonprofitable and I get featured, I can almost promise you that I will allow you to use my work.

Oh, my ego! It has really grown! Thinking that someone would use my miserable work... (Fishing for empathy points..! : D)

...So here's something I wrote.



Storm
War of The Gods


In the distance
war rages
burns you to to ground
and laughs at your misery

Two sides
one observer
Heaven and Hell
Humans on Earth

Storm rises
we head to cover
War starts
Light show begins

Like dog fight
It's fast and furious
Few, if none survivors
Tell the horror stories
Of people who were kidnapped from kindergarden


In the distance
War rages
Burs you to the ground
And laughs at your misery

Like Storm
It scares many
But in reality
It only takes courage

Gods of the battlefield
Units
Immortal to enemy fire
Rush give no mercy

In a blink of an eye
They look at you
No heartbeat no breath
Only one thought
Gods are we
And we are you

They rush
Like wind they pass
Trough our lines
And scare us to death

But on other hand
Reality
Is quite different
Not far away from the past

They fear like us
And feel pain like others
For real
It only takes courage

To be the man
The god
Of the battlefields
Have honor, have faith

But be warned
Since nothing lasts forever
They are only men
In fancy suits and cover

So are you



/Poem

Can you guess?
Can you guess of who was my poem about.
And please, tell your HONEST opinion of it! I can take criticism. (Lies. LIES!) Also this poem old. In my honest opinion. (cwadt?) More to come.

Please do not distribute my work without my permission. If you like to use it on/in something please ask me first, as long as it's nonprofitable and I get featured, I can almost promise you that I will allow you to use my work.

Oh, my ego! It has really grown! Thinking that someone would use my miserable work... (Fishing for empathy points..! : D)

Happened earlier:
"Aah, vihdoin kunnon 12h yöunet! ♥"
Menee sänkyyn makaamaan.
Tulee viesti!
Viesti: Keitä kahvia
"Mitä helv?"
Siirtyy keittämään kahvia.

Ja jutellaan mm. matikasta? Way to go! Eh eh...

MÄ OLISIN HALUNNUT NUKKUA 12h! nyt nukuin vaan 9 ja puol : (

Joo, ei kyllä onnistu millään sisä ja ulkopiipun purkaminen... : D

E: Oli kyllä aika helvetin tiukassa, mutta onnistuin avaamaan sen! : )

Jooh, semmonen tuli väsättyä, ainoa kaverini oli wikipedian artikkeli, joka selittää porttien toimintaa. Eli en kattonut mallia mistään. : D

Nyt jos ton sais rakennettua vähemmillä komponenteilla... : D


(Koneella siis tein. : D)

Nyt se on täällä <3


Nyt huolletaan, huolletaan, ja huolletaan sekä tutustutaan. : )

Mun ennätys sarjassa: 3x3x3 on 3,82s. : )

Kaverilla 3,66s. Pakko voittaa! : DDD

Siellä porattiii...iiin! : D
(Rimmaaa...aaa! : D)


Salva -> piikki -> (useampi piikki jos tarvis) -> poraus ja vähän vihloo.

Viel on ainakin toinen kerta edessä, taitaa olla pahempi... Hyrr... : D

Lompakko ei tykkää.

Lompakko ei oo ennenkään tykänny mistään. : )))

(Paitsi rahasta, siitä minäkin tykkään kylläkin...)

Niin, jos joku haluu ilmasta jädee, niin suuntaa sitten Giganttiin! : D