atomsk
11-01-2008, 03:15 AM
i dont do this much. when i write i speek in metaphors. so try to keep up.
from the heavens runs a thin white line of terror and destruction. it drops and strikes its target bringing it to ashes as if it were smitten by the hand of some all mighty benafactor. gods hand recedes to its retreat faster than the eye can follow. its roar rushes across the land like the roar of a tiger striking its prey down. and several years later, from the scar left by the violent wrath of the hand, sprouts new life.
ohh a happy ending you got luckier than usual
from the heavens runs a thin white line of terror and destruction. it drops and strikes its target bringing it to ashes as if it were smitten by the hand of some all mighty benafactor. gods hand recedes to its retreat faster than the eye can follow. its roar rushes across the land like the roar of a tiger striking its prey down. and several years later, from the scar left by the violent wrath of the hand, sprouts new life.
ohh a happy ending you got luckier than usual