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Where The Thunder RoarsAnd the storm clouds grow darker,
And the lightning grows brighter,
The thunder rolls deeper,
And my heart breaks.
Like a fire spitting burning embers,
You scar my skin,
But underneath my heart remains yours;
Tragic love story.
Like a hail storm throwing solid rocks,
You pierce my soul,
With your unending lies,
Like a raincloud drenching all below,
You flood me with your need,
To make do with what's at hand,
Instead of waiting,
To be with me
It all bubbles up,
Rising to the surface,
Eager to be fed,
By life's mishaps and
The fury boils quickly,
Growing into rage,
A passion for destruction,
Raw aggression and
Aggravation fuels the heart,
The soul of the passion,
The passion for hatred,
Hatred of humanity and
Love for decimation.
Feeding on the pain,
Like constantly stabbing a wound,
Makes it hurt only longer,
Taking longer to overcome and
Taking longer to control.
Green Shadows Part 4Montague, Jones and Brown stood straight as statues, facing their commander.
'So far, this mission is a complete and utter disappointment!' Reeds spat, throwing his hands against the desk, causing the tub of pencils to fall over noisily.
'We have already lost 7 personal and I will NOT stand for anymore! Now, get in there, and disarm those nuclear warheads so that we can take down that building once and for all!' Reeds roared angrily, jabbing the intercom with his finger.
'Get me a coffee Doris!' He ordered, falling back on his chair, motioning violently for the Bomb-Disarming squad to get out of his sight.
Doris walked in immediately with a coffee and the day's newspaper. 'Here you go sir,' she said, placing them on his desk. Her long brown hair hanging dead around her ages shoulders.
'Thanks hun.' Reeds mumbled, sipping noisily from his cup.
'Where am I?' Samuel asked as he opened his heavy eyelids. He heard a low-voiced curse flow out over him.
'Just sleep Samuel my boy; th
Green Shadows Part 3Hanes shrank back at the sound of his commanders booming voice.
'Yes sir. Sorry sir.' He chimed, propelled into the respectful position by the guard behind him.
'I expected better from you Hanes! It was enough that Parkinson lost two of his troops, but you adding another to the pile! Get out of my sight Hanes, and hope to God that you aren't next to go!' and then to the intercom 'Send in Brady thanks Doris.'
'Yes sir.' Came the reply.
Hanes walked gloomily out through his boss's office door, passing Albert Brody on the way out.
'Good luck mate.' Hanes muttered.
'Thanks Hanes.' Brady murmured in return, before knocking on the office door.
'In Brady.' The boss demanded. Brady walked in slowly. 'Sit Brady.' Brady sat.
'Now, what I need you to do is to confirm that the sabotage on the laboratory did indeed cut out the power supply. Use what you need necessary to figure it out, but do it fast!' The boss coughed, hand to chest.
'Rightio sir; I'll need a computer that's hooked up to the inter
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