Castles made of sand
Releasethe Krakken
Down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace"
As she slams the door in his drunken face,
And now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossip and drool.
He cries "Oh girl, you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?"
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green.
And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually.
A little Indian brave who before he was ten, played war games in
the woods with his Indian friends, and he built a dream that when he
grew up, he would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief.
Many moons passed and more the dream grew strong, until tomorrow
He would sing his first war song,
And fight his first battle, but something went wrong,
Suprise attack killed him in his sleep that night
And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea eventually.
There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown,
Because she was crippled for life, and couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she would stop living, so she decided to die.
She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore, and to her legs she smiled
"You won't hurt me no more."
But then a sight she'd never seen made her JUMP AND SAY
"Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way"
And it really didn't have to stop...it just kept on going.
And so castles made of sand slips into the sea,
Eventually
Song
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Ok with the poll we must think to yourself. Shouldnt we wait and see what pools form before we jump in the next one.
Ireland will never be the top dog. We remind me of 2 of my previous alliances. The one was very small and never evolved into much. The other one was always independent but due to their fierce fighters had a many friends with bigger alliances.
“Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys.
Look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death!”
- Sun Tzu, the Art of War
so there lies the essence. we cannot join before we are a force to be reckoned with. else the best thing would be to be a surrogate army of a bigger country.
tHE WESt though was a shitty game due to the ppl that moderated it. I can still remember this old weak ass spinster that was the queen bee of the moderators of the forum who wanted me to send her a copy of an article so that she can proof read it beforehand. I at that stage just published and laughed at her stupid punishment because in the end they was so effin ridiculous anyway. One thing erep does not suffer from is poor self esteem like that game had. No Plato pretty much allows us to hate him in public.
Anyway instead of writing 1000 word articles recruit 50 players Don Cretin.
And look to good examples.
And as example I can only draw attention to probably the smallest unit in Ireland besides the 1 man fighters but that placed third in all divisions. THE CLERICS
The truth will never die and those that fight with a pure spirit will never be stopped.
The Child who was shot by the soldiers at Nyanga
THE CHILD IS NOT DEAD
THE CHILD LIFTS HIS FISTS AGAINST HIS MOTHER
WHO SHOUTS AFRIKA ! SHOUTS THE BREATH
OF FREEDOM AND THE VELD
IN THE LOCATIONS OF THE CORDONED HEART
THE CHILD LIFTS HIS FISTS AGAINST HIS FATHER
IN THE MARCH OF THE GENERATIONS
WHO SHOUTS AFRIKA ! SHOUT THE BREATH
OF RIGHTEOUSNESS AND BLOOD
IN THE STREETS OF HIS EMBATTLED PRIDE
THE CHILD IS NOT DEAD
NOT AT LANGA NOR AT NYANGA
NOT AT ORLANDO NOR AT SHARPEVILLE
NOR AT THE POLICE STATION AT PHILIPPI
WHERE HE LIES WITH A BULLET THROUGH HIS BRAIN
THE CHILD IS THE DARK SHADOW OF THE SOLDIERS
ON GUARD WITH RIFLES SARACENS AND BATONS
THE CHILD IS PRESENT AT ALL ASSEMBLIES AND LAW-GIVINGS
THE CHILD PEERS THROUGH THE WINDOWS OF HOUSES AND INTO THE HEARTS OF MOTHERS
THIS CHILD WHO JUST WANTED TO PLAY IN THE SUN AT NYANGA IS EVERYWHERE
THE CHILD GROWN TO A MAN TREKS THROUGH ALL AFRICA
THE CHILD GROWN INTO A GIANT JOURNEYS THROUGH THE WHOLE WORLD
WITHOUT A PASS
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Comments
Say No To Drugs Kids
This is what happens to your brain
Poor fritzie zie schnauser und have grote pie pie poor fritters und av tiny peker.
Castles made of sand is very poetic. For example you work your whole life and then when you finally retire you get cancer. Basically it says life for the moment as life can mess up your plans in a instant. Although one should have plans I find one should enjoy their fruits when uour still relatively young.
In erep terms choosing an alliance would be a sand castle now
The dream deffered is about what happens to plans if you cant implement them immediately for example for lack of money
In erep terms ireland need a good small army but cant implement it right away so shall the dream die or blossom. Therefore our leaders must work towards this. Im sorry if we had good ones.
Sun tzu say nurture and treat your soldiers as you would your own children.
Erep terms feed equip and nurture your soldiers with proper guidance and they will fight harder for you.
The child is about losing your innocence during a war. The child could be any child he raises his fist against those fighting his death dont kill him though as he is then an ideal a beacon for peace and his presence must spread through all law making and his message of hope for ultimate peace through the world. In erep terms Ireland is a nation of peace. Therefore non enemy fighting would bring out our biggest strenght. Therefore no alliance.
Poor fritters you see the poems should have made those running for cp think and also our current leaders.
But the ladies love the ride on me schnauser.
Funny intelligence never come up yesterday when I talked to your sister. But er fid didcuss size. Im syill s bit depressed she screamed your a mondtrt for about 8 jourd st me.
She likes more than a 8 second ride
Good article \o/
Glad you enjoyed it. Poem was on program about university of sing sing. The dream defer red has a lot of meaning for them.
tldr
I noticed you have a lot of trouble reading anything that have more then 3 words....
If you need help i am here....don't be shy....
More than three words that are misspelled, lacking proper punctuation, capitalization or used in the wrong context, yes. Funny how you praise the word and yet treat words so poorly. Tsk tsk. Boring to argue with too /ignore.
It's your eyes full of sin who misspell, it's your corrupted brain who lack to recognize a proper punctuation, capitalization or used in the wrong context, yes.
Funny how you claim any grammar mistakes even its widely known Clerics speaking in tongues....Perfectly!
No language...not a single word has been spoken from CLerics that was not in a flawless form!
Reject SATAN Donny Tonny!
Reject SATAN who disturb your eyes and your wretched mind!
Accept The Word of Heavens Donny Tonny!
Accept The Word and your salvation is at haaaaaaaaaand!
Plus you will be able to see correct grammar...a grammar from Heavens!
Not grammar from Hell!
But we hate Plato out of love......
Again the great and poetic truth has been spoken here...
Indeed and he allows us to hate him
Krakken, when you gonna let me turn you into a house wife?
I'll take a House of Pudding over a Castle of Sand anyday.