MotherMother, mother, look what they've done.Mother by tyler9862
They took your children in the form of ore
And used it to tear at your entrails and womb to let blood run
Driving filth into your core
Mother, mother, you gave them everything they could need
The air to breathe, the food to eat, a place to be free
But still all they do is use that ore to make every element bleed
Something of value faker than the paper it's printed on with glee
Mother, mother, they keep on taking
The land, the trees, the sea, and air
It does not matter so long as they keep hydro quaking
They have become the greatest scare
Mother, mother, who is going to help
They have promised their young a tomorrow never to come
And now their children will shout what have we done and whelp
But they will ignore that subtle wail in favor of the louder drum
Time too ShortOur world today had been changedTime too Short by tyler9862
From one of safety, to another deranged
We gasp and cry at the news we hear
Hoping it is a dream
But what matters more
Is the parents who think
of these words so cold
Those little children
they are little fighters
Right to the end.
Gone from our lives
But not from our hearts
We'll keep them there always
Like we have from the start.
No parent should ever
Outlive their child
But now we must see
the lesson on trial
Pray for these families scorned by hate
and let us hold close
Our family blessed and safe.
Makora Ushiba: Broken Inside ch. 8Makora Ushiba: Broken Inside ch. 8Makora Ushiba: Broken Inside ch. 8 by JutsuGal1208
So dark. So cold. How long has it been? Blasts of pain subside as others take over. Don’t move or you’ll die. Don’t scream, or you’ll die. Just, keep still, keep quiet. Close your eyes, do nothing.
Do not act, do not think. Do nothing, do not retaliate. Sleep when you can, just try. Don’t think of them, don’t think of him. Anything but him. If only… No. Don’t even. That’ll never happen
You’re never getting out of here, you stupid girl. You will die here, and that will be that. You really are a stupid little bitch. Don’t move, it hurts too much. You deserve it, stupid little thing.
Pain. So much pain. Too much. Why..? Why though, he never gave a reason. This must be like what she felt like. She got lucky, leaving so early. Why
Traffic Light InspirationA young woman named SineÃ¡d loved making art, and practiced painting all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical Unicorn Saddles , sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Antananarivo , and a portrait of Gene Kelly that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby Traffic Light for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in painting to create the most beautiful deviation depicting Lamp Sketches decorating anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, Traffic Light!"
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