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I turn on my IPod, they ask whats playing
I listen to Linkin Park, they call me emo
I listen to Dragon Force, they call me weird
I listen to T.I., they call me ghetto
I listen to Easy-E, they call me lame
I listen to Voltaire, they call me an outcast
I listen to their screams, they beg me to stop
I listen to the silence and turn my IPod back on
The FallenAnd it was so, the young soldier, the fallen lay on the field. Forgotten by his comrades, his lifes fluid drining from the gaping wound in his torso. The deed was done by the man he once called brother, the man who now held the blade of his own scythe to his throat. Too distracted by victory and vanity was he to notice the sky as it churned and ripped open. The wrath of a deity gathered amongst the clouds.More Like This
So tell me, brother. His tone was mocking and prideful. Where is your god now?
All the Fallen could do was smile and point up.
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Why do I feel this way?
You ask me why.