The End!!!

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p.s. NEW YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woooot!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I survived another year!!!!!!!!

p.s. If you could say it like rammstein… You’re probably German

Bitter Taste of Victory
Darkest Night
Brightest Day
Greyest Eve
Simple Morn
Run fool run
Hide fool hide
Round the bushes
There abide
Charge towards
The high rock wall
Don’t dare ponder
How far you’ll fall
Now there’s a darkness
A cold wasteland near
A horrid rotten stinking
Of corpses and of fear
Die fool die
Have no belief
Sigh in shadows
Such ironic relief
Screw friendship
Halt darkness
Stop pain
Never was a man
To stand long in the rain
Here’s a moment lighted
A flash in the cooking pan
Hold on to the light
Become a burning man
For those who
Burn compassion
Are heroes
Great indeed
So a moment too late
Or a moment too soon
Screw friendship
Take love, to die or to swoon
Darkest Night
Brightest Day
Greyest Eve
Simple Morn
There’s a hand to be held
An arm lifted high
A simple lovers whisper
Which can’t form the words
Good Bye
Screw Friendship
Screw Honor
The promises few
A few words unspoken
A few deeds left to do
Laugh like a harpy
Strike like a snake
All the wrong reasons
Are the right ones to take
Darkest Night
Brightest Day
Greyest Eve
Simple Morn
It’s over now, just started
A moment too late
The bitter taste of victory
And the promises of fate
So speak words to your darling
Never now forget
Screw friendship, take power
Take love or take regret
Darkest Night
Brightest Day
Greyest Eve
Simple Morn
There’s a better
Way than shadows
Black a better grey
A million simpler tongues
Than any wise man hopes to say
Run fool run
Take all as you will
Smile brother smile
Learn truth without your guile
Darkest Night
Brightest Day
Greyest Eve
Simple Morn
A kind of bitter sweet Victory
A love by which we’re torn

p.s. Also written by frank, and here I lay down his comment on it. “One of the longest poems I’ve ever written. Couldn’t exactly get the undulated joy you’re feeling into the thing but to me it sums up the situation pretty well.”

You can probably figure most of the story out just from this poem!!!

p.s. p.s. 87 lines!!! really Frank!!!!

p.s. A frantic song I love/hate with a passion

p.s. Fat guys head banging!!!

p.s. Ahh another classic

Got to love basshunter!

p.s. I love techno!

p.s. Bite me tyler! (read comments if confused?) By the way leave a commet on this chapter if you hate tyler.

Got to love heroes/bowling for soup

p.s. Ah the classics….