

Random Battle The blood it was everywhere the stains of a fallen foes was splattered across my body. My torn clothes, battered and beaten body, and lack of ammo where the signs I had just finished my day of combat and it was time to return to the base. My orders where the same as any of the other soldiers. Push back the seemingly endless clone army. We've only managed to take 10% of china but the war had just began. I returned to my tent all the while thinking if it would be possible to get a new knife. I had lost the last one when my battalion had been attacked. It saved my life in the middle of reloading my pistol. I slit the insurgents throat and the blRandom Battle by ~Syxo01


True Hero's Wounded soldiers,True Hero's by ~Syxo01
on a distant battlefield,
so far from home,
when will they return?
They lay there lives on the line.
Yet what do we do when they return?
Protesters fill the streets.
With signs saying thank God for dead soldiers.
Many give there lives,
they return in a casket,
the ones that return alive,
may not show wounds on the outside.
The wounds run deeper then that,
they are on the inside.
The blood of fallen comrades haunts them.
Yet they receive no thanks only resentment.
They fight for your freedom,
they fight for are way of life,
they fight for our protection,
they deserve our thanks.
They should be able to come


Freedom A man walks down a dark corridor he looks battered, broken, and wounded. His very soul has been torn from him. This is Rage. He has finally given up. His drug use and self desecration have ruined are body, why must he do this? He has finally given up...after 7 years of control he has released himself. He has finally lost his mind. He could no longer handle the stress of living, so he simply gave up. I am no longer a child lost in the grievances of losing my father I've been lost within this prison of my own mind, but I am free. I can control my movements. I'm in the driver seat. This split personality has lied, cheated, broken every rule, andFreedom by ~Syxo01