If ****** was leader of the third *****
And Trump is openly copying him,
How long until we start calling the president the furor,
Take on the title of forth *****,
And invade Poland- I mean Mexico?

Her halo is forged by her smile,
Her wings feathered with innocent ignorance.
My angel shines bright with youth,
Her love for me more valuable than gold.
I love her so,
I never want to see the day when the heavens call her back.
I would gladly give up all fame and fortune,
Just to be by her side.
I love you Teara

It's dark. It's cold.
It hurts so much.
Why is it like this?
Why am I hurting so much?
Why can I no longer feel the pain?
My blood flows endlessly, but I'm still whole?
Why? Why am I here?
I feel dead, but I'm still alive.
There's a light. It's someone else?
Why is she crying? Why are those tears for me?
Why can you feel my pain when I can't?
I'm sorry. Please stop crying.

Have you ever had a nightmare that wasn't scary, but still left you scared?
Have you ever had a dream where instead of waking in a cold sweat from fear, cold tears rain from your eyes?
Have you ever watched your siblings killed, one by one, and be completely helpless as the monster finishes you off last?
Have you ever dreamt about someone you have known your entire life, someone that was so close to your heart you would shatter if they disappeared, then wake up and realize that person didn't exist, but you still remember the love you had for them?
Have you ever felt the life drain from your limbs as you crumple to the ground, the shock of death just barely creeping into your heart before you wake up?
Have ever held a baby boy in your hands,knowing full well that is was dying? Have you held your own son, trying to convince yourself that your heartbeat was his, and those breaths you heard coming out of you were of his doing?
I have. By dreams I know what it means to die, but I also know that the death of those I've seen around me hurt way more than my own. I cherish them because of this, and I would rather take their fate instead than have any of these dreams come true. This is my oath. I refuse to lose them again.

I walk apon the darkens soils,
Deep within the shadow lands.
I seek a treasure taken from me,
Hidden in the shadow lands.
A heart soiled in loss,
Lives in e shadow lands.
My throne I now claim,
Rules over my shadow lands.

Have you ever noticed people look on our generation,
And tell us we are the ones who will change the world?
How they shower us with their hope,
And look forward to our great achievements?
Why are we the only ones expected to change the world?
Anyone of any age can, so why do the grown ups watch us instead of joining us?
It would go a lot faster with some help.
Please, that one guy on the couch thinking my daughter will be important,
Why not walk along side her to the road of importance?

We control our worlds with a pen and pencil,
We shape their lives with our words and thoughts.
We give birth to our champions,
We sumon great evils to destroy our lands.
We light the fires to cast our lights of hope,
We darken the shadows that swell with despire.
We are the ones who are gods of our realms.
We are the authors.

We bring the end to the beginning,
We bring the beginning to the end,
We create worlds and realms in stroking,
We cause pain and suffering to mend,
We bring about darkness in shadow and flame,
We scatter hope to shine and bring about the light,
We create good and evil in fuition and in name,
We are the creators and the destroyers, it is our might,
We are gods among people,
We are the few among the many,
We are the authors.