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Post by Cana on May 2, 2005 18:09:27 GMT -5
the drums are beating, there driving me mad, the drums are beating, they carry they carry...
sounds of the damned as they echo and scream, deafening, haunting like some damn twisted dream! why do i sit here, why do i ponder, why dont i run! why do i faulter....
Closer and closer the beating sounds grow louder, their screaming their screaming and laughing, o God....am I going to die..
I smell the smoke i smell the fire, the children screaming! the men expired, exhausted, dead. And here i hide within my home!!!! a coward i am, a fool ill be, if i'am to die and leave no legacy!!!!!
So i picked up my weapon and ran out the door, I cut a few down, I killed a few more. Screaming and yelling i ran down the street, to the very surprise of every enemy i meet.
I yelled down the streets "FOR THE WILL OF OUR TOWN!" and shortly there after they came from around...
out of their homes and hiding into, they screamed bloody murder to the invaders now pursued. Victory, victory we have it this day, and to think I nearly prefered to simply hide away.
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