Starlow-FTW

The darkness was blinding, the silence deafening, but the tension was thick as muck.  Guilermo was led by the legionary through a dark and murky hallway, the dripping ceiling barely grazing his head while each step he took kicked up dirt.  Guilermo felt the urge to hold the back of his head, as the spot where he had hit his head was pulsing.  When did he hit his head, anyways?  Minutes ago?  Hours?  Though Guilermo had been knocked out, he remembered first being dragged away from his prison by the legionary, although he wasn't completely aware.  Even at that moment, each drip from the leaking ceiling which splashed on his head woke him up lit

There is a limeric I know for you; it's as true as the sky is blue. For once there was a boy named Jimmy his hair curly brown and skin like snow. He was walking from school on a still winter day when he passed by the house of old Mrs. Flo. He staggered under the weight of his bag full of books and leaned on the fence of the old lady. The door creaked and out she leaked waving her cane with a loud shriek. "Stay away from this house or regret it for good!" She swore and spat, shaking the hood. Jimmy stuck his tongue out at the old little lady when her angry chihuahua appeared, all in a frenzy.   He chewed and he chomped, and didn't let go, you

It's a simple concept I'd like to inquire; of the strongest force that man does require. What moves the mountains and crumples towns- what stirs whispers into thundering sounds? Tyrants heels crush followers underfoot- masters don't stop until it's covered in soot. Blood like rain fills the streets end to end parent against child, friend against friend. What God has given to us, let not man fail- it's bigger than a man and it breaks the scale. Sadly, it can't pierce a blindfold with any trace you'll know when you lose it like losing your face. No power but God can strip it from men but we give it up without dispute, and then arises slavery

Happy Birthday to you; you live in the shoe of a really old lady... and she's kinda crazy! Here's a big birthday cake. I promise it's not fake. Yes I really just went there- I know it's not fair. Happy Birthday to you; a sandvich for you, too. Just run from the heavy before he steps on you. Happy Birthday to you; hope the day's special too. May the world's joy be on you, Happy Birthday to you.

Twas the night before Christmas, and in the white house not a politician was stirring, not even a mouse. The foodstamps were sent through the mail with care in hopes that old Uncle Sam would not be there. The people were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of free money danced in their heads. And mamma payed her bills and I lost my job as we escaped black Friday's angry Christmas mob.   And out on the street there arose such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter away from the window I fell in a flash as an angry mob threw tons of bottles and trash. The sun through the glass of my new broke window bli