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440 · Apr 2016
The soldier who loved peace
Noruega Burg Apr 2016
There was once a soldier who loved peace
So he decided to **** everyone
He woudln't discriminate between black or tall
Short or white
Sizes didn't matter because at the end everybody would be dead
And the world would be peaceful again
Birds will sing without the fear of being shoot
Cows will milk only their own
And most important god will be good
So he followed his plan
And killed everyone
You couldn't hear babies cry, or the yells of old ones
Lovers didn't fight
When every single person was dead
He was unable to **** himself
He hadn't guilt, he hadn't doubt
He just couldn't bring himself to be the last man,
That's why when it's dark
You can still hear the lone soldier remembering the good ol' times
273 · Jan 2017
women
Noruega Burg Jan 2017
Women have always been superheroes, but we have been thaught that invisibility is the only power we have.
Women have always been powerful, but only as long as a man was deciding that.
Women have always used their mouth, but only if it was used to kiss, to praise or to smile.
Women have always been beautiful, but only if someone else was deciding that.
Women have always made history, but it is the actions of their sons that we talk about.
Women have always been smart, but our inteligence was mostly used to hide.
Women have always been warriors,
women have always been soldiers,
women are not meant to be silent.
women are not meant to be loud.
Because, we are daughters of the universe, we are children of the unknown, we are our mothers and our daughters.
We are withches, we are princesses, we are timeless.
I refuse to be burdened with guilt,
I refuse to carry the expectations of some imposible thing.
I vow to be always like Eve,
To bite what I shouldn’t have,
To speak what I shouldn’t know.
To be always in the lookout for truth,
To understand knowledge.
I vow to keep making more mistakes,
To scream the secrets that aren’t meant to be told.
To break the prision of what we call paradise.
Because now I understand that my blood is one with the earth, one with man and one with myself.
263 · Apr 2016
Untitled
Noruega Burg Apr 2016
Even monsters are afraid of the dark-ness.

— The End —