I was walking in my yard (yes, I'm such a weirdo) and found an odd, heart-shaped rock. I also found a creepy-looking skull (hehe)--a small one--and a bronze coin from 2015 (*ahem*). TARDIS!
Anyhow, FIELD TRIP IS GOING TO BE GREAT! WOOHOO! POST DOWN BELOW 'BOUT HOW YOU THINK IT IS GOING TO TURN OUT! I personally think it is going to raiiiiiin...
SOOOOO...
It's a curse... Or a gift... OR AN INSPIRATION! Or nothing...
Poem idea:
Sound of war.
Copyright 2014 Conor O'Brien
Listen.
It is the sounding
of fallout resounding
Watch it begin--
life is dieing.
Apathy.
What do you have in store for me?
Death.
You let loose my Mother Bereft.
Pain.
You are the one that makes it rain.
Listen.
The drums
the constant thrum.
This is it--
no where left to run.
Torment.
You are my constant lement.
Greed.
You are the one that I don't need.
Insane--
with the sounds that fill my brain.
Listen.
To the intervallic beat
it is the sound of their retreat!
It isn't done--
It's all done!
Deceit.
Interlocked with my feets.
Wrath.
You are the one to raze my path.
Defeat.
You are the one I am to meet.
Now listen. The drums.
I say goodbye.
This is it.
I hear a siren--
the rising and falling
like that of the sea.
I hear a scream--
the sharp and shrillness
like that of the wind.
I hear it falling--
the low thrum
like that of a machine.
The drums. The drums!
Hear the drumming.
Hear the drumming.
The constant thrum
like that of the all.
Burn.
Woah. Something got away from me there. WOW. Kinda cryptic. Ho hum. In case you didn't notice, it's about nuclear war. Siren, Razing, Drumming, Falling, Screaming.... BURNING. Huh boy
RAINING I KNEW IT! (I SWEAR I DIDN'T CHEAT!)
BTW--Dragon avatar FTW!
Comment me about something I should do next (really bored):
- Show how to 'troll' someone sophisticatedly
- Create a password-eating program
- 'Blind' someone with a screen that turns from black to white CONSTANTLY
- Suggestion for a program (comment below specifically)
Thanks, signing off (sorta),
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