What a twisted land This place I'm in,
how weird it is,
How this land is,
My fear, yes here you can see fear,
it's slender like a cat,
to see just what you hold dear.
Why myself, I am strength
I ride through out the night
I kill to live,
but due to that
strength is natures evil.
What a twisted land this is,
for now i can see love,
although its kind and caring
its evil side dose show
Long ears bounce along its side,
distorted is its face,
this cute little bunny
will destroy the human race.
Greed runs up to great one,
its tail wagging behind,
For if one gets lucky,
one can get the dough.
but, alast, fate is not that kind,
for once you win, greed's there to bit you behind.
What a twisted land we live,
for one can't truly see,
fear stalks one, while strengths produces evil,
Love can kill the sole, and greed will be back at you
This is life we can't escape,
not any one at all
this is not
Cell animals dbz story ch 1Its 2018, and unfortunately, this is war. In 2014, women were considered a risk, and a past time, therefor locked up. To this day, a women is born, put in a cell, and locked away till there 18, meanwhile they were lab rats. When they reach this age, they are put up "for sale" for random men to buy. At age 20, they were hung. This story is about a girl called Yami, and how she lives life today in the Dragon Ball Z world.
It was five am, and I was already up. Yami was six years old, with soft black hair in pigtails. Above her eyes laid two pointed bangs that hang down to her eyes, dyed purple. She wore a black dress with little dots on it. Every day is the same for me, I wake up and eat cold soup. Then I take a bath outside with friends. Once that's done, we take test or go to a wight room, but that's for older kids. Then I go back into my cell. That's about it. Yami got up and stretched her legs in what little cell room she had. Yami then paced around intill she saw the door open up. "F
A reqular family i know poemthey are every were
and often aroung me.
like every time my mother fights
often im put down
i tell no one but sometimes,
i feel like a clown.
to young my brothers are to go to,
sister is a snot
and were am i to ture
if instead of equals im looked upon.
at school life is rough
for leader of the pack.
at home though some times i feel,
like im an empty sack.
i tell this now cause im afraid
to tell my mom or dad
that along with getting feelings hurt,
i don't trust to tell them.
a girl like me cant help herself
and dosnt like to cry,
but like the big bad wolf and girl,
i prefur to tell the lie
so spun around, i realy need to cry.
and in hopes some one will understand
and help me with a leg to stand ,
i wish to know just what
a girl like me's to live.
a life of useless lies,
not saying life isnt great,
just when i feel down
someone should open the gate.