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What do heroes taste like?"What do heroes taste like?" Was a question that rang in my head. Do they taste like freedom? Do they taste like sweat? Di they taste like candy, Or fresh baked cookies right out of the oven? Do they taste like heaven? Do they taste like hope, dreams, and peace? Do they taste like freshly picked fruit? Or bitter, sour things? I wouldn't be able to tell you the answer. For every answer is different for every different person. But for me: A hero tastes like... Blood Sweat Tears Dirt Ash Metal Fear and Death... ForWhat do heroes taste like?
by ~CasualtyOfWar
So why don't you?I'm nothing special, I'm just like you, I grew up, had a life, Just like any other kid. But I did something different, Something not many do. I chose to serve,So why don't you?
I chose to protect. Now I stand before you, A normal guy, just like you. And you tell me I deserve nothing, That I don't deserve an inkling of your respect. That may be true, And I'll agree with you. However, I didn't ask for it. Nor do I command for it. If what you say is true, That since I'm like everyone else, You should be able to do my job. So why don't you?
by ~CasualtyOfWar
Leave it on the shelfMy story is a twisting tale.Leave it on the shelf
One I believe no one should read. It starts out like any other, A boy with his family, Living a good enough life. But somewhere in the middle, The pages are bent, the words are a mess. Smudges of finger prints, stained with dirt
Water droplets mark much of it, making it almost illegible Some pages are torn, and mended together with tape
This book is open for all to see, stuck on a shelf,
Written by an unknown author. You can read it if you want to, though I think you'd get bored. Just put it back on the shelf, maybe someone els
by ~CasualtyOfWar
What I Live ForWar is hell Yes it is And I must fight it It is my choice Not my parents, Not my friends, Not the Government’s But mine and mine alone I am not dying for oil I am not dying for profit I am dying for those men and women who serve with me I am dying for that child who is crying,What I Live For
I am dying for that protestor,
I am dying for my family I am dying for your family I am dying for you I am dying for everyone that hates me I am dying for everyone that hates you So that they may see their mistakes I am dying for everyone that loves m
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Lead my Into Seduction.
Found nothing but Faith in Nothing
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I tread through the darkness of defeat, I endure the heartache of death, I carry the burden of the world. So you don't have to, so you can live.
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Lead my Into Seduction.
Found nothing but Faith in Nothing
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Thank you, Eddie
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"It's the way she looks at me
Possess me to
Collect the head of anyone
Collect the head of those who look her way
It's the way her whispers seem to kiss my ear
I collect the head of anyone
Collect the head of those graced by hear voice."
Thank you for sharing your piece with me, Robert
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I tread through the darkness of defeat, I endure the heartache of death, I carry the burden of the world. So you don't have to, so you can live.
You're very welcome.
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"It's the way she looks at me
Possess me to
Collect the head of anyone
Collect the head of those who look her way
It's the way her whispers seem to kiss my ear
I collect the head of anyone
Collect the head of those graced by hear voice."
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If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door.
-Milton Berle
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~You're not quite evil enough. You're semi-evil. You're quasi-evil. You're the margarine of evil. You're the Diet Coke of evil, just one calorie, not evil enough.~ Dr.Evil
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