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We march in her defence! On cours-battaile pour sa defense! Towards the chaos, We unite to face our attacker. Our views be many, We fight together to protect our home. We fight for our land! On battaile pour notre terre-même! The Red and Blue united, Yet reds and blues fight. With hubris they march, With determination we stand. Dishonour beyond reason! La merde! Our courts lie in ruins Burned to the ground. Like dragon's breath is the eagle's cry. Our homes burn under black smoke. The fork has blasted a shout. A warning of what is to come. I command the sea! La mers aux moi! Shannon's cries demand yield. Her opponent will give it. Sh

Sing me something sweet To put me to sleep at night Under the stars or in your arms Is where I want to fall asleep Whisper in my ear All the good thing's you hear So I can sleep soundly Without any nightmares Sing me a lullaby Made up of only sweet things That you love about me And that make you smile Play me something beautiful To calm the waves Of my beating heart It's about to burst Sing me a lullaby Of all the things You've never wanted To say Play it beautifully On your guitar So only I can hear Your voice Sing me a lullaby That I can fall asleep to In your arms or under the stars I'll sleep anywhere if y

I am ripped from the blackness of my dreams to the dreary, pre-dawn gray. I convulse, strangling out a scream. My husband jerks awake, pulling me towards him. I wail, grabbing at my bulging stomach. It is still on the outside, but I feel it writhing inside. It is as if someone had thrust a knife into me. I shudder, my heart racing. I moan, flinging the covers away from me. I shriek at the sight of crimson seeping into the sheets. Darren leaps out of bed, scrambling for the phone. He only needs to punch in three numbers. I hear him ramble, terrified, into the device. I hold my stomach, trying to take deep breaths. I close my eyes, hoping, pr

Preface Every Halloween, we see pumpkins carved with various facial expressions whether they are scary, happy, sad, or angry in front of people's lawns, porches, or windows. We call them Jack-o-Lanterns. What most people don't know is how they came to be. The legend of the Jack-o-Lantern was started by Irish immigrants who came to America. However the legend wasn't ever started because of a pumpkin, but because of an evil man named Stingy Jack who lived in Ireland during the 1600s. Jack had a talent for pulling pranks on innocent people that no one could even dream of imitating. Ultimately, his unique talent led to his eternal demise. This i

Breaths of fleeting laughter Violently commence But hopeless hereafter I wade through this pretence A smile that hides their scheming A shadow with a rope As they embrace me coldly Their darkness binds my hope All that's left of courage Can't overcome their lies As their silent words will haunt me Closer if I tried Boldness left unsheltered My heart spilled on the streets This icy world consuming Whatever's left in my defeat But breaths of silent laughter Now open up my eyes Their fears did not consume me And I can see beyond their lies Somehow I am smiling And suddenly I'm free The sun delivers wisdom And the fearful n

I try as hard as I can But somehow it doesn't Seem to fix all these problems Please just tell me what's wrong I'm new to your world It's full of this happiness That I've never felt before And it might be too much Can you help me figure This crazy life out It's too frustrating to do All on my own I need you by my side Helping every step of the way But the roads beginning To come to a sudden stop I know one day You might not be here To hold my hand through All of life's prefect mistakes But can you be here right now To hold my hand Until it's the right time To just simply let go I try my hardest To sta

If love had a human form ... If love had a human form, it would be a woman. It would be a woman because women are able of love like nobody. Of course, such a same fervent love are also men able, but are ashamed to admit it because they think they could lose their masculine strength. If love had human qualities, she would be an unpredictable personality, and she certainly should be guided by the slogan: "There is always hope". She would be incredibly sweet, unexpected, she would burst into your life as nothing, just so she would come and you should find out how it feels when love warms your heart. She would have been incredibly combative, so