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Citlalmitl
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Hubris of the Conquerors
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Project Mouse NAME PENDING
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Order of the Triumvirate
33 deviations
336. Hari
01.15.2017
I.XV.MMXVI
Gifted with a Birthright,
Willing to claim.
Straining to hear,
The call of duty.
Striving to live the Creed,
As we strengthen ourselves.
Both body and mind,
Always forsaking pride.
From Citadel to Citadel,
We learn from others.
Disappearing into Limbo,
The great void of nothingness.
Ha'na in hand,
A symbol of our people.
As we cut down,
The oppressors.
Master of war,
We defend those who can't.
Responding to,
The cries of the innocent.
Direct the power within,
Towards the ultimate goal.
As we cleanse our home,
To return it to its former glory.
After the Consumption,
We walk into death,
Yet we hath no fear,
And feel
Legend of the Hari
124 deviations
Trinity Military Forces Notes 04.20.2020 - Weapons
The MR1 machine rifle will now be called the T1 Common Infantry Weapon System-Machine Rifle or T1CIWS-MR. Other members of this Common Infantry Weapon System will be: T1CIWS-C (carbine), T1CIWS-DMR (designated marksman rifle), and T1CIWS-HMR (heavy machine rifle). More weapon systems are being currently developed.
Trinity Military Forces or TMF
195 deviations
Drawings
673 deviations
598. Contradicting Paradox
December 23rd, 2020 XII.XXIII.MMXX 1118-1126 I may be a poet But I am a paradox. For words mean Nothing and everything. As a poet I weave words In hopes of meaning And solace. I write because I want to give hope To the hopeless And the struggling. I want them to feel That they are not alone And that success can be had Even though all is dark. So I write on and on In hope of giving hope So that others may Have a light. For I know the strength of words And what they can mean For someone Isolated and desolate. Yet I know myself To be a contradicting paradox When it comes to The subject of words. For many a time I was promised And those words Amounted to nothing. Vows and oaths While supposedly well meant Were ceremonious And nothing more. So I came to distrust Words spoken by others That promised action That never came. Thus I put less and less stock Into the sounds That teased my heart In the hopes of actions. While I am not untrusting, I am wary of words For I know my
Poetry
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Photography
212 deviations
Trinity Military Forces Notes 04.20.2020 - Weapons
The MR1 machine rifle will now be called the T1 Common Infantry Weapon System-Machine Rifle or T1CIWS-MR. Other members of this Common Infantry Weapon System will be: T1CIWS-C (carbine), T1CIWS-DMR (designated marksman rifle), and T1CIWS-HMR (heavy machine rifle). More weapon systems are being currently developed.
Writings
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Heroes and Villains
52 deviations
147. Gideon
01/04/14 23:56-00:10
Forged from,
Republican steel.
Weighing in at,
Sixty tons.
Seventh-fifth son,
Of the heavy tank line.
Named after,
A lost commander.
Wielding a 120mm smoothbore gun,
With an eight round drum,
Within an oscillating turret,
And a 12.7mm machine gun.
Three 7.62mm machine guns,
Armed with.
A crew of six,
A tomb of six, if you are to fall.
Protected by reactive armor,
Far advanced for your time.
A Remotely Operated Weapon System(ROWS),
First of it's kind.
Gideon,
My 75th son,
Live up to your name,
Claim your birthright.
Age of Armor
41 deviations
Overwatcher Program
7 deviations
Reptari
12 deviations
Trio: A Destiny Comic
4 deviations
Lego
215 deviations
World War Brick Minneapolis 2015
45 deviations
Tanks
195 deviations
WarTech
11 deviations
Letters to Alicia - September 1st, 1952
September 1st, 1952
Dear Alicia,
Hello from Fort Floodplain! I haven’t written in a while little sister. You and everyone else must be wondering how boot camp is. It’s very routine and pretty quickly you memorize it. Mainly we train and clean. From rifle shooting, bayonet training, grenade throwing, running, running with weight, climbing, hand to hand combat, and much more. We also clean, a lot. We clean our bunks, our barracks, our shoes, our uniform, our bathrooms, our helmet, our knife, our bayonet, and our rifle. They tell, no scream, that a clean rifle keeps a man alive. I believe that 100 percent, probably due to them
Letters to Alicia
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DEATHWISH
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PERSONIFICATIONS
13 deviations
World War I
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World War Brick Minneapolis 2016
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Warframe
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Godless
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All2.1K
598. Contradicting Paradox
598. Contradicting Paradox
December 23rd, 2020 XII.XXIII.MMXX 1118-1126 I may be a poet But I am a paradox. For words mean Nothing and everything. As a poet I weave words In hopes of meaning And solace. I write because I want to give hope To the hopeless And the struggling. I want them to feel That they are not alone And that success can be had Even though all is dark. So I write on and on In hope of giving hope So that others may Have a light. For I know the strength of words And what they can mean For someone Isolated and desolate. Yet I know myself To be a contradicting paradox When it comes to The subject of words. For many a time I was promised And those words Amounted to nothing. Vows and oaths While supposedly well meant Were ceremonious And nothing more. So I came to distrust Words spoken by others That promised action That never came. Thus I put less and less stock Into the sounds That teased my heart In the hopes of actions. While I am not untrusting, I am wary of words For I know my
597. Raped Innocence
597. Raped Innocence
December 15th, 2020 XII.XV.MMXX 2213-2237 You see the bleak gallows As crows and ravens Council together To discuss omens. Strange fruit hang From those weathered branches. Eerily keeping an eternal watch Of the creeping dark. Scattered lie black feathers As more dance in the wind Forming half recognized And distorted memories. The water flows quietly Yet is impure, Grey and black As ashes are disturbed. Embers dance amongst Those cast off feathers As they catch fire And disintegrate before thee. And so the ashes glide Before dropping and sinking, Drowning into that Murky flow. Adding to the sediment Of what once was and is, Yet not fully understood, Nor can they be. The chorus of the crows And ratchet of the ravens Interweave and a song Descends upon you. It flies into your heart Without regard for its weakness And so one must continue To walk that watery path. And you hear that whisper Of pure nothingness. An escape from the turmoil Of emotions never wanted. Memories could
596. Of Weary Past
596. Of Weary Past
December 15th, 2020 XII.XV.MMXX 2206-2212 If the pain of the past Would stop screaming And burning through My veins… Then the present Would not retreat From my clawing And desperate form. But it cackles maniacally As I drag myself Through the mud Born from salted tears. Craters of misery Litter the battlefield Like the desolate surface Of the lonely moon. The future unobtainable For I cannot achieve the present Lost like an echo In a cavernous void. But I grit my teeth And bite the bullet As I trudge through this Broken landscape. Though the past Lingers like a shadow Singing upon the breeze That brings shivers. I will not drown In the tears of melancholy For this existence is suffering And seeing the beauty. Struggle on and embrace This clammy grasp That seeks to pull you under Into that mass grave. Yet fade away not Into that hollow ground, Kick and scream Whilst dragging thyself forward. For the present is fleeting And flying ever onwards Into that future Of weary past.