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Soldier's CreedSoldier’s CreedSoldier's Creed
I’m the might of the empire, The ace in the hole , A safety net for the acrobat, The janitor to clean the spill. He who raises the flag. The one with no mind. He who is pawn to the king. Protector of the commons Master of the art Leader of the few
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DesperationDesperationDesperation
I Saw Desperation Clearly. He was small and thin, I could see his bones through his thin and pale skin. He turned and gasped softly, groping for my jacket. I saw his feeble posture, hunched over clinging to his meek rags, trying to stay warm in the dead of winter. I heard his weak groan again, tears slowly making their way down his gaunt features. And I felt dismayed and helpless.
Desperation is gray like the bleak alleyways of the world’s metropoli. It sounds like the sobbing of a thousand starving men. It feels like helplessness and fear, groveling to survive. &
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The Masquerade BallThe Masquerade BallThe Masquerade Ball
They dip, they turn, and they sway side to side. They hook hands, and turn, turn, turn, a great stride. The masquerade ball, such as all our lives are. Some masks are plain, and simple, not well adorned. While others are magnificent and gleaming, incrusted gems dotting the surface.
Yet even some wear half a mask, but still it is a mask. Few, no, none wear no mask, no man nor woman. Only the infants and the young, who know not the perils of life wear none. A mask is but protection, just as a shield may protect its user. But the masks do come off,
by ~SidePain
Gladiator's SestinaGladiator’s SestinaGladiator's Sestina
There lies the city Rome, friendship, loyalty, royalty, honor, corruption, and pain, reside within its walls. The game is set, the table is clear. The gladiatorial games of honor and sportsmanship begins! The day is warm and sunny , and bakes the athletes waiting for the slaughter, the food.
The breads and wines are handed out, the food being served to the royalty, who share in their friendship. The emperor wears a strange and twisted sunny smile upon his face as he strokes his hand, waiting for the pain. The gladiators bow, then salute the em
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