Greetings writers club, i am also an artist like all of te :) i am the A&Os best heavy metal song writer and i want to mostra te all what i can do :).
branded the animal:
VERSE 1:
Branded like an animal
The lack of sleep will burn in my mind
te won't leave until te make your message clear
(for peace of mind) (for peace if mind)
VERSE 2:
Breathing very deeply
te will never know how I feel
Leaving me with immagini of perfect insanities field
(for peace of mind) (for peace of mind)
CHORUS:
Leaves me with Words of pure damnation that I am.
(cause i am damnation personified)
i have been
branded like the animal
the visions of death will pompa into my brain
like a warrior in the field, ready to kill and mame
get ready to die, ready to die!
VERSE 3:
hiding in my dark shell
until the night were i come out to hunt
te will leave your life when i liberate your soul
(for peace of mind) (for peace of mind)
VERSE 4:
killing during night fall
branded like an animal that makes scars in my mind
te know the message to my body is never as clear as my i say
(for peace of mind) (for peace of mind)
CHORUS:
Leaves me with Words of pure damnation that I am.
(cause i am damnation personified)
i have been
branded like the animal
the visions of death will pompa into my brain
like a warrior in the field, ready to kill and mame
get ready to die, ready to die!
BRIDGE:
branded like an animal
hunted like an animal
on my knees like an animal
death now like an animal
ready to die!
ready to die!
BRIDGE 2:
branded the animal
ready to die
the lack of sleep will burn in my mind
my soul will fly
te wont leave until te make your message clear
for peace of mind
(every thing stops after i say the the last word-no long notes for the end)
branded the animal:
VERSE 1:
Branded like an animal
The lack of sleep will burn in my mind
te won't leave until te make your message clear
(for peace of mind) (for peace if mind)
VERSE 2:
Breathing very deeply
te will never know how I feel
Leaving me with immagini of perfect insanities field
(for peace of mind) (for peace of mind)
CHORUS:
Leaves me with Words of pure damnation that I am.
(cause i am damnation personified)
i have been
branded like the animal
the visions of death will pompa into my brain
like a warrior in the field, ready to kill and mame
get ready to die, ready to die!
VERSE 3:
hiding in my dark shell
until the night were i come out to hunt
te will leave your life when i liberate your soul
(for peace of mind) (for peace of mind)
VERSE 4:
killing during night fall
branded like an animal that makes scars in my mind
te know the message to my body is never as clear as my i say
(for peace of mind) (for peace of mind)
CHORUS:
Leaves me with Words of pure damnation that I am.
(cause i am damnation personified)
i have been
branded like the animal
the visions of death will pompa into my brain
like a warrior in the field, ready to kill and mame
get ready to die, ready to die!
BRIDGE:
branded like an animal
hunted like an animal
on my knees like an animal
death now like an animal
ready to die!
ready to die!
BRIDGE 2:
branded the animal
ready to die
the lack of sleep will burn in my mind
my soul will fly
te wont leave until te make your message clear
for peace of mind
(every thing stops after i say the the last word-no long notes for the end)
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits da Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to sposta tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fuoco earlier, and let me tell te journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fuoco ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits da Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to sposta tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fuoco earlier, and let me tell te journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fuoco ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a albero
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the superiore, in alto te see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this giorno those who were near detto it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
successivo chapter "The pookie Returns"