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comfort is sexy blackcomfort dressed up in black today.
it morphed in a pale kind of way.
constricting the nature to stay
alive in color from white out.
a grim look took its smile
and twisted it for awhile.
it perverted the original
sultry swayed into political
ways of a sexy depression.
can only ache
what was once
the way it feels is criminal.
it's made to make the wanted
become terminal in itself.
its wronged posture posed in posters
blows past colder groaning alleys
with pictured exposed motors
making the smoke sound healthy.
and the exhausted filter smell
savors failure in comfort.
that repugnant odor stains well
The Spirit of War Chapter 1 ScriptThe Spirit of War
Arc 1: Elements of War
Ch.1: "Si vis pacem, para bellum"
("If you want peace, prepare for war")
War is about perception, and deception.
The voice of panting escapes from a beast of war. His fiery eyes, his persistent speed, and his gargantuan size prepared him for what was coming. This champion, among warriors, were clocking in to the profession they love to do. Heavily armored with modern technology, he holds his titanic sword over his back, a sword wide enough to cover his massive body, a body fourteen-feet tall and several humans wide.
If you want a war, then you're going to need a few things.
First, you need a bun
The Black Bullets Ch.7The Pidove was in the kitchen, eating the bowl of Grape-Nuts we left it. It perked up when it saw me and followed me around while I looked for the rope. After pulling out all the boxes I found in the closet, I finally found it hidden in the corner. I found duct tape too. I had a feeling I was going to need that. I put the boxes away and went back into the hallway and held up the items.
“Good, now give me back all of my jewelry,” Peirce said ordered.
“Now hold on there,” the twerp said, “Back in the middle ages in Unova, if a thief was caught stealing, he was allowed to keep one piece of jewelry to show the world