Du never know what Du might write do you, Du could write about your life Du could even write a Fantasy novel but the one thing people have forgotten about for years is the Dark of Writing.
Not many know about this story all the normies know is that bad things happen all the time killings, earthquakes and tornadoes and Mehr but what starts them what starts anything.
That is what the Dark of Schreiben is it's death on the happiest Tag of your life, it's Liebe when its forbidden and its a death for a new life.
But worst of all, and Du can't tell what I am about to tell Du to anyone, only the special writers must know like you, Du and even Du there in the back, is there are dark writers who can write anything and it happens even death and because of them a war has been raging for aeons a war between good and evil and so far the power of good isn't doing well.
They've been crushed at every turn and only a few good writers have the will to fight back, but sadly they don't know what powers they contain in their hearts, the power of life, of Liebe and of books.
Now the story I am going to tell Du is about 2 of the only remaining good guys, called saviours, who managed to- actually you'll just have to read on past all the death and loneliness in life and see the light in everything because thats what saviours do see the light in the bad.
Tread carefully in Schreiben because to much passion and Liebe for the thing could make the world better oder bad depending on how Du use it.
the 2 people im going to tell Du about are called Drew Droke he is 12 years old and the younger one is Sam Sampson and he is 11.
So to all sit back and relax as I tell Du the story of the greatest saviours ever.
Not many know about this story all the normies know is that bad things happen all the time killings, earthquakes and tornadoes and Mehr but what starts them what starts anything.
That is what the Dark of Schreiben is it's death on the happiest Tag of your life, it's Liebe when its forbidden and its a death for a new life.
But worst of all, and Du can't tell what I am about to tell Du to anyone, only the special writers must know like you, Du and even Du there in the back, is there are dark writers who can write anything and it happens even death and because of them a war has been raging for aeons a war between good and evil and so far the power of good isn't doing well.
They've been crushed at every turn and only a few good writers have the will to fight back, but sadly they don't know what powers they contain in their hearts, the power of life, of Liebe and of books.
Now the story I am going to tell Du is about 2 of the only remaining good guys, called saviours, who managed to- actually you'll just have to read on past all the death and loneliness in life and see the light in everything because thats what saviours do see the light in the bad.
Tread carefully in Schreiben because to much passion and Liebe for the thing could make the world better oder bad depending on how Du use it.
the 2 people im going to tell Du about are called Drew Droke he is 12 years old and the younger one is Sam Sampson and he is 11.
So to all sit back and relax as I tell Du the story of the greatest saviours ever.
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Because I'm too lazy to type it again. :P I wrote this poem because I just graduated a school and it's really sad, and I do not like the idea of leaving all of my friends. I know that there are a few that I'll never see again. So I kind of vented about it through this poem. I hope it's good. Hgfan5602 is such an inspiration, so this is pretty much dedicated to them. I've always stunk at poems, and I haven't written one in ages, so I hope this will suffice as a decent piece of poetry.
Because I'm too lazy to type it again. :P I wrote this poem because I just graduated a school and it's really sad, and I do not like the idea of leaving all of my friends. I know that there are a few that I'll never see again. So I kind of vented about it through this poem. I hope it's good. Hgfan5602 is such an inspiration, so this is pretty much dedicated to them. I've always stunk at poems, and I haven't written one in ages, so I hope this will suffice as a decent piece of poetry.
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