He stands tall apon a rock
high on top of the mountin
Standing proudly in the sky
He looks apon the great lake
He draws his sword slowly
showing the world his honour
Without him there would be nothing
a proud warrior of his achievments
He lost a friend but gained another
his achievement could not be matched
his pride could not be matched
His honour could not be matched
This warrior is greatest of them all
he slowly puts his sword away
starts walking away
Thinking of his mission
Cloud strife
edit’d by sarah:
please don’t attach random images. 🙁
That was so bad, the paint started peeling off the walls when I read it aloud. My modem cried out in pain while loading it. The soda I was holding started to boil. It’s just a small blessing that I clicked away from it before I was forced to tear my own eyes out.
I thought it was bland. There needs to be some rythmic and meaning in it.
It’s nice to be honest, but you don’t need to overdo the harsh-ness, k?
I thought it was bland. There needs to be some rythmic and meaning in it.
I agree with all of these sentiments.
Really, Prak, that was too harsh.
dude, you need help.
I’ll spare you of what I thought when I read it, since it seems you wouldn’t be able to handle it anyway.
It’s all aimless and such. A lot of fun to read.