A Letter From A Crow To The Sea Bitch

p/s- this is the gayest post ever, please don't read this!

Most People, Girls Especially Thought That Every Guys Are Emotionally Invincible. The Thing Is, We Are Not. Trust Me When I Say This, Most Guys Will Denied Being A Sappy Emotional But It Is The Truth. The Only Different Between Sexes Is That Guys Don't Show Their Emotion For The View Of The World, They Keep It Bottle Up, Hold It All Imbalancely With A Cork To Cover It All Up, And Guest What, Once The Dam Is Broken, All Hell Will Break Loose. This Is Not A Warning Of What Might Come, Just A Constant Reminder. Hurting In The Guy's Playbook Means A Way To Somehow Avoid The Real Deal By Faking Up Positive Emotion Such As Being The Funny Guy. Well Guess What, The Funniest Guy You Know Its The Loneliest Guy There Is. The Only Way For Them To Shun Away The Evil Idea Of Being Alone Is To Fake The Happiness, A Show For Everyone To Feed Upon. The Truth Remain Silence In The Dark, The Unstoppable Damnation Of Being Hurt.

Well The Idea If Truth Itself Is A Grey Area, But Here Is What I Can Tell. Yes, I Am Still Hurt. The Fact That You Left Me Hanging During My Darkest Hour, Kills It Even More. Imagine A Knife That Cut Through Flesh, Times A Thousand. That Not Even Close To What You'd Done To Me. "That's Eight Month Of My Life I'm Not Getting Back. A Beautiful Letdown Led To Meaningful Life Lesson." That The Pipe Dream I Kept Telling Myself Whenever The Silly Thought Of Doing Something Dumb Cross My Mind. Hey, A Bro Can Dream Right? Even though It Is Not A Fairytale Ending Dream But Whatever That Get Me Through The Night. I Take What I Can Get. Maybe What The Real Lesson Is That The Girl That You Thought You'll Be Walking Down The Aisle With At The Very End Is Not Suppose To Be Who She Is If She Broke Your Heart In The Middle Of The Journey. That's The Awful Lesson I Take From You, From Us.

I Am Man Enough, Or At Least I Thought I Was, But I Sure Can Take It Like A Man. But, Why Should You Left Me Drowning Like That? Just Put A Gun To My Head, And Pull The Trigger And End My Miserable Life, But I Guess You Don't Have The Guts To Do That Huh? You Rather Let Me Be You Puppylove Puppet That You Can Toyed Around And Toss. A Plaything, That's What I Am. Well Screw You Bitch. A Puppylove Puppet Is A Tame Beast In Cage Waiting For The Moment To Seized. And Lucky For You, I Never Had The Chance To Claw You In Your Back. If The Table Turn And Time Reversed, That Is Exactly What I'm Going To Do.

So There It Is. The Confession Of A Psyche, A Broken Machine In The Form Of Flesh Madman, A Thing Called A Guy. Like It Or Not, I Am Still Hurting And There Nothing In This Globely World Can Fill The Hole You Left In My Pumping Heart. A Scar Remained Unhealed, That What Left Pumping My Blood From My Vein To My Brain. Thanks Again Bitch.

Brotherhood Without Manners

I Swear My Fealty To The Brotherhood Without Manners.

I Will Take No Law,

I Will Take No Love,

I Will Take No Honor,

I Will Take No Progeny,

I Will Take No Duty.

Hear My Words And Take My Vow

There Will Be No Peace,

There Will Be No Harmony,

There Will Be No Forgive,

There Will Be No Forget.

Hear My Oath And Take My Pledge

As Long As I Live,

As Long As I Stay,

I Am The Sword of The Might,

I Am The Shield of The Brave.

I Am A Brotherhood Without Manners

There Will Be No Mercy

Only Curse And Hell Lie Upon

As For I Am An Outcast

As For I Am A Pariah

As For I Am The Darkness In The Form Of Light

As For I Am The Devil Of The Night.

There Is No Home There Is No Place

 Even At The End Of The World

They Can Hear My Cry

As They Can Sense My Wrath.

I Am A Brotherhood Without Manners

I Am The Brotherhood Without Honor

This I Swear This I Concord.

As Long As I Live As Long As I Breath

This I Swear This I Concord.

Theon Greyjoy War Cry

You Hear That? That's The Mating Call Of The Northmen. They Want To Fuck Us. Well, I Haven't Had A Good Fuck In Weeks. I'm Ready For One. They Said Every Ironborn Man Is Worth A Dozen From The Mainland. You Think They're Right? WE DIE TODAY BROTHERS! We Die Bleeding From 100 Wounds, With Arrows On Our Necks And Spears In Our Guts, But Our War Cries Will Echo Through Eternity. They Will Sing About The Battle Of Winterfell Until The Iron Islands Have Slipped Beneath The Waves. Every Man, Women And Childs Will Know Who We Were And How Long We Stood. Ironborn Warriors Will Cry Out Our Names As They Leap Onto The Shores Of Seagard And Faircastle. Mothers Will Name Their Son For Us. Girls Will Think Of Us With The Lovers Inside Them. Ad Whoever Kills That Fucking Hornblower Will Stand In Bronze Above The Shores Of Pyke. What Is Dead May Never Die!

Rains Of Castamere

And who are you, the proud lord said, 

that I must bow so low? 

Only a cat of a different coat, 

That’s all the truth I know. 

In a coat of gold or a coat of red, 

A lion still has claws, 

And mine are long and sharp, my lord, 

As long and sharp as yours. 

And so he spoke, and so he spoke, 

That lord of Castamere, 

But now the rains weep o’er his hall, 

With no one there to hear. 

Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall, 

And not a soul to hear. 

And so he spoke, and so he spoke, 

That lord of Castamere, 

But now the rains weep o’er his hall, 

With no one there to hear. 

Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall, 

And not a soul to hear. 

Genre Christian Rock, Seriously?

War Of Change

Thousand Foot Krutch

WWE Over The Limit Theme

It's a truth that in love and war,

World's collide and hearts get broken,

I want to live like I know I'm dying,

Take up my cross, not be afraid

[Chorus]

Is it true what they say, that words are weapons?

And if it is,then everybody best stop steppin',

Cause I got ten in my pocket that'll bend ya locket,

I'm tired of all these rockers sayin' come with me, 

Wait, it's just about to break, its more than I can take,

Everything's about to change,

I feel it in my veins, its not going away,

Everything's about to change.

It creeps in like a thief in the night,

Without a sign, without a warning,

But we are ready and prepared to fight,

Raise up your swords, don't be afraid,

[Chorus]

This is a warning, like it or not,

I break down, like a record spinning,

Gotta get up,

So back off,

This is a warning, like it or not,

I'm tired of listenin', I'm warning you, don't try to get up,

There's a war going on inside of me tonight (don't be afraid) [x2]

Wait, it's just about to break, its more than I can take,

Everything's about to change,

I feel it in my veins, its not going away,

Everything's about to change,

It's just about to break, its more than I can take,

Everything's about to change,

I feel it in my veins, its not going away,

Everything's about to change.

Linkin Park, Still?

Burn It Down

Linkin Park

Living Things

The cycle repeated

As explosions broke in the sky

All that I needed

Was the one thing I couldn't find

And you were there at the turn

Waiting to let me know

We're building it up

To break it back down

We're building it up

To burn it down

We can't wait

To burn it to the ground

The colors conflicted

As the flames, climbed into the clouds

I wanted to fix this

But couldn't stop from tearing it down

And you were there at the turn

Caught in the burning glow

And I was there at the turn

Waiting to let you know

We're building it up

To break it back down

We're building it up

To burn it down

We can't wait

To burn it to the ground

You told me yes

You held me high

And I believed when you told that lie

I played soldier, you played king

And struck me down, when I kissed that ring

You lost that right, to hold that crown

I built you up, but you let me down

So when you fall, I'll take my turn

And fan the flames

As your blazes burn

And you were there at the turn

Waiting to let me know

We're building it up

To break it back down

We're building it up

To burn it down

We can't wait

To burn it to the ground

When you fall, I'll take my turn

And fan the flames

As your blazes burn

We can't wait

To burn it to the ground

When you fall, I'll take my turn

And fan the flames

As your blazes burn

We can't wait

To burn it to the ground

Puisi Buat Laila

Hey Laila, Larilah Teruskanlah Berlari

Endahkan Acuan Pistol Dibelakangmu Jangan Sesekali Kau Ragui Diri Sendiri

Teruskan Berhelah Selamanya Kerna Duniamu Akan Tetap Kekal Serupa

Fakta Tetap Fakta, Dosa Dan Raga Tak Mungkin Boleh Pudar Begitu Saja

Biarkan Ku Disini Menghitung Waktu, Teruslah Mencela Kepercayaanku

Maka Larilah Laila, Teruskan Berlari Selagi Kau Mampu.

Teruskan Berpura-pura Jangan Kau Cuba Berhenti Walau Seketika

Teruslah Bermain Jangan Dikira Apa Konklusinya

Kerana Kau Tahu Aku Akan Tetap Berdiri Disini, Menanti

Ya Aku Yang Bodoh Terus Menunggu Dan Tetap Menaruh Hati

Aku Percaya Akan Satu Yang Suatu Hari Nanti Kita Akan Tetap Bersama

Mimpikan Pelamin Indah Yang Akan Kau Hiasi Jua Akhirnya

Mimpi Mustahil Perlahan-Lahan Berputar Di Benakku

Namun Kau Teruskan Jua Berlari Dan Aku Masih Terpaku

Ya Laila, Larilah Selaju-lajunya Hingga Tembus Ke Langit Yang Tinggi

Jangan Pernah Untuk Perlahan Walau Sedekat Mana Aku Cuba Hampiri

Dekatku Bukan Untuk Menagih Kasih Tapi Membawa Picu Dendam Kesumat

Persetankan Kehitaman Duniaku Tapi Tetap Akan Ku Balas Biar Di Hujung Kiamat

Balasannya Pasti Namun Ketika Ini Tak Mampu Aku Laksanakan

Mungkin Aku Lemah Tak Mampu Untuk Melanyak Insan Bergelar Perempuan

Atau Mungkin Pembalasan Itu Tetap Tidak Mampu Menggembirakan Hati Nan Satu

Atau Mungkin Perkataan Gembira Tidak Layak Dalam Kamus Hidup Aku

House Of Stark

"Winter Is Coming"
"There Must Always Be A Stark In Winterfell"

We Are All Living On Borrow Time

If The Day Ever Come When I'd Stop Arguing, SAVE ME!
If The Day Ever Come When I'd Stop Complaining, SAVE ME!
If The Day Ever Come When I'd Stop Fighting, SAVE ME!
If The Day Ever Come When I'd Stop Caring, SAVE ME!
If The Day Ever Come When I'd Stop Helping, SAVE ME!
If The Day Ever Come When I'd Stop Living, SAVE ME!

On The Second Thought, DON'T SAVE ME! It'll Be Pointless Then If THAT Day Ever Come.
Sayonara!

Hear My Roar- Lannister

Again, EMO Logic

They Said EMO's Are The Romantic Type, Friggin' True

Just Some EMO Logic

Sometimes Emo Is Just About Being Emotional

If That Ain't Love Then I Don't Know What Love Is

Welcome Home Adam. This Is Where You Truly Belong

Take What's Mine

The moment you realise that you're an old stud is when you have a dream that you are willing to follow. just some childish dream "I Wanna Be A Doctor" such, but the real deal, the one that you decided to make a career off. Yes, I'd turned 22 last few day, and I've set a goal for myself and I'm willing to push for it. It take me around 21 years to figure it out, and at last I'm fucking sure about what I wanna be, am ambition you might called it. Well, I'm not getting any younger so I just might really push for this one. the secret this time, really work you ass off instead of having a dream and just daydream about it. Well, Maturity doesn't come by sliding.

You Can Burn A House, But Can You Hide The Smoke?

This is not the life I would have chosen for myself. Had I been given the opportunity, I promise you, this fate of mine have been different. I would work hard and maybe even wrestle up enough money to get a proper education. With an education i could get a real job, sustain a family, and even have a privilege of dying in my sleep of either sickness or old age. But such thought can only lead to heartache and regret. I must especially forget my mother, because remembering her sends a surge of guilt through me.

What i must remember is how to properly hold a rifle, unless i yearn for more scars across my back. The whip lashing is still fresh in my memory. After delivering the sharp blows, the tall man pressed my blood-sodden back up against the wall and whispered gruffly in my ear, "Don't you dare tremble while holding the shotgun again. Such umanliness and cowardice could lead to you missing your target."

With that, he yelled crudely to my senior to mend my wounds. He later handed me a cup of water. I drank it down faster than a bullet that killed my father, and proceeded to close my eyes and rest. Less than an hour later, I was awakened by a long cane striking my feet and I was ordered to work once again.

I find myself overwhelmed by an irrational confidence, a completely illogical assurance that I would be victorious against whoever it was I was now being up against. perhaps there's are the first few traces of a man's delusional attitude, his belief that he can conquer anything. But I am still a child, and too helpless in this cruel conspiracy and too damn weak to face the atrocities of war.

I hear the screams of my brothers, their cries loud and clear, some barely old enough to grasp the situation, let alone fight for survival. I remember holding my brother of seven years old in my arms, and grasping in horror as I realised that his food has been sliced clean off. I waited by his side till he died.

Everyday, i lose a few dozen friends, but I never grow lonely, for their replacements come in like pig for slaughter. How myself, am still alive can only be answer by God. That is, if I am going to heaven though. I've killed 20 men in self-defense, but never in cold blood. I have yet to grow strong enough to kill without conscience.

Some men have achieved the psyche required to kill without mercy. I know such a man, and i don't know how he lives with himself knowing that everyday he sends countless innocent children to their deaths. I have only seen him once, preaching to another man about his strong faith in God and his honourable values. But what honour is there in sacrificing children, some of whom are just beginning to emerge from childhood, for such brutal and horrific demises? He is as an impulsive liar and a great great hypocrite.

I have already accustomed myself to the truth, that despite my hopes and dreams of a happy life I am cursed to die some day soon, if not tomorrow. the truth being that one day I will be killed in a most violent fashion possible and have no one to weep for me, for all my family is dead.

My name is "Baby Face Killer". I am 13 years old. I've seen more people die in my lifetime than i know how to count. I live everyday knowing it could very likely to be my last. My mother, when she was alive, always repeated a Ugandan saying "You Can Burn A House, But Can You Hide The Smoke?" I remember this and for a moment I allow myself to believe that these crime against humanity will someday end, and that no matter how hard this man tries, the smoke will one day gather and stain the sky a deep grey, allowing all to know, all over the world, the living nightmare I face everyday.

THE END.

"In The Fight for Crime Against Humanity, I Pledge Myself In Support To Stop A Man Name Joseph Kony".

The Deadman Tour

The Streak 20-0 Undefeated At Wrestlemania

List Of Victims

Wrestlemania 7- Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka (1-0)

Wrestlemania 8- Jake Roberts (2-0)

Wrestlemania 9- Giant Gonzalez (3-0)

Wrestlemania 10- King Kong Bundy (4-0)

Wrestlemania 12- Diesel (5-0)

Wrestlemania 13- Sycho Sid (6-0)

Wrestlemania 14- Kane (7-0)

Wrestlemania 15- The Big Boss Man (8-0)

Wrestlemania 17- Triple H (9-0)

Wrestlemania 18- Ric Flair (10-0)

Wrestlemania 19- The Big Show & A-Train (11-0)

Wrestlemania 20- Kane (12-0)

Wrestlemania 21- Randy Orton (13-0)

Wrestlemania 22- Mark Henry (14-0)

Wrestlemania 23- Batista (15-0)

Wrestlemania 24- Edge (16-0)

Wrestlemania 25- Shawn Micheals (17-0)

Wrestlemania 26- Shawn Micheals (18-0)

Wrestlemania 27- Triple H (19-0)

Wrestlemania 28- Triple H (20-0)

Sometimes Emo Tells A Better Broken Heart Story

Flying High Always Seem Cool if You're Careless. The Truth Is It's The Most Painful Thing When You Drop Down And There's No Solid Ground. No! Scratch That! The Most Painful Thing Would Be Experiencing The Fall And Survived! If You're Die From The Fall, At Least Your Misery Had Reach Its End. If You Survive, Well You're Lived Up The Rest Of Your Pathetic Little Life As A Cripple, A Broken Things, A Unwanted Bastard, and Yet Again There's Nothing You Can Do About It. I Guess That Life. It Make Your Wonder, Why You Choose To Take The Flight To The Blue Sky In The First Place. Just Saying.

Believe It or Not, This Is Actually A Love Story.

p/s-The Girl Who Stole My Heart, The One That Got Away.

"Its Like If I Told You That You Can Sit Anywhere Except For This Chair"- Ted Mosby

"You Don't Know What You Got Till Its Gone"..

I Guess Is More Like A Slapped To My Face Since I Don't Really Believe This Words. The Same Rules Apply When Someone You Like Is Been Approach By Someone(Its Even Worst When Its Your Friend That Make The Move), While You Have The Whole Time Before To Do So, But Did Nothing. Why? Yes I Admit, I'm Being A Coward To Make My Move, But Experience Taught Me A Lot. Grabbing Things That I Want Always Resulted A Pain In My Ass. So Yes, I Chose To Sit Quietly In the Corner, Letting Her Vulnerable For The World To Have A Go At Her. Maybe Its Better That Way Since I Just Like To Fantasize About Happiness Instead Of Making It Happen For Real. One Thing About Fantasy Is That You Can Always Snapped Back Into Reality When Things Gone Wrong, But In Reality, What Ever Happened, Happened. Yes, That's The Chance That I'm Not Willing To Take. So, Here I Am, Wishing That He Will Never Win Him Over, Wishing Upon The Airplane To Grant My Wish. Silly? Yes, But Its Save, And I Like To Play It Save. Broken Heart Do Not Suit Me Well

p/s- Hey Bro, Get Your Hand Off My "Girl"