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If the world ended tomorrow,   Perhaps a violent death, A fire would do, An engulfing inferno, Its red-hot fangs transforming land to ash.     Perhaps a quiet death, Just silence would suffice. No words No whisper Just silence.   What have I achieved? What have I left? Does it matter?

If you had a choice whether or not to be created what would you choose? The world is a brutal scene. People die of greed. People die smoking weed a slow, grinning death, killed like a pest. What would you choose? The world is exquisite a work of pure art. We’ve got the Bard. We’ve … Read more

The world is full of greed, Where beggars kneel and plead, Where kindness is a weed That’s pulled before it seeds. Where promises are dust, Where no one gives their trust, Where the strong will break the just And leave their bones to rust. Where laughter is a knife, Where hope has no more life, … Read more

Uncle Sam was born a while back A brave noble man he was.     At age 1, He was crowned with Red White and Blue   Red was for bravery White was for purity Blue was for justice.   At age 13, His teenage years His colors were tested, He picked up a musket … Read more

Jack was born a while ago. A brave noble man.   Yet society now challenges his purity. At age 1, He was crowned with Red White and Blue   Red was for bravery White was for purity Blue was for justice.   At age 13, His teenage years. His colors were challenged. He picked up … Read more

Someone told me my poems are to dark and nihilist lol… Also they said they are unatractive to girls…. So are they tho?   THese are the poems btw: “Midnight” (poem version) war poem (a quick poem)

Hey guys, I starting a blog competition for June! Essentially, any blog written after today that has the most likes by the end of June wins the competition. (So long as the post has actual quality, not like “Guys pls pls pls like this blog post” type of post) (And I trust you guys to … Read more

There once was a man,    His name is not important,  Just know that he’s a guy.    He once went to war,  or rather, WAR went to him   In training,  He had to fire,  Not set fire  Not blow fire  Not eat fire    But rather FIRE,    FIRE as in creating a .54-inch hole  in paper heads.    … Read more

You know guys, I’ve really been thinking about the concept of war recently, and I’ve started to think it’s very childish (I know it’s not as simple as this, but hear me out) When we were kids, we were taught to talk everything out, and never use violence. We were told that violence and fighting … Read more

“It’s 5 minutes to midnight” Chirped the clock.   The soft, damp soil gave in easily a robot planted a mushroom into soil— for this was the time to plant crops.   It looked at the tiny mushroom in awe, this tiny insignificant thing.   “It’s 2 minutes to midnight!”   The robot left its … Read more