Pandemonium's The WordThe world is falling apart today,somebody's dropped the bomb.Fire is raining from the sky,and the Devil's knocking at our front door.Armies parade the streets today,People drop like flies.Gunshots are heard outside the houseand a light fills the sky above the city.The aftermath has devastated,Not a soul was left alive.The culprit gives a toothy smile,And puts his big red button back in his pocket.
It just gets funniervideosRfun (1 hour ago) imma don't compare African Americans to FAGS. There is a big difference. Fags go to hell for being Fags, Blacks don't go to hell for being Black. You are a dumb ass.ImmaPokeYourEyeOut (1 hour ago)You're missing the idea, man. You see, only an idiot would try and solve a controversial subject with another. I don't believe in a hell, so to me it doesn't exist. What scientific proof do you have that there is a God and that he said just that? There's no difference between anything. I think if there is a hell, anyone who discriminates for something that isn't a choice should go there. Oh, and please don't say fag, it's likely you don't even understand the origin of the name.videosRfun (1 hour ago) Poke take your FAG ass to hell, Fags don't have brains, I don't argue with Turd JugglersImmaPokeYourEyeOut (37 seconds ago) Look, I'm not arguing, I'm trying to tell you in the politest way that I c
-For Kai-I want to wish you a happy birthday.I want to ensure that you live long and happily.I want you to live longer than me.What you want is for you to say,I can't tell you what you're thinking.You're difficult enough to read as is.I don't care if you say you don't want anything,I want to give you SOMETHING.I can't see you when you turn 16,But you can bet I want to be.You're important to me,And I hope your birthday is full of joy,Or at least satisfaction.
Sticks And StonesSticks and stones,and broken bones,but only words have hurt me.In a matter of time,You'll draw the line,But I'll never be free.With my heart on my sleeve,I'm left to believe,That eventually blood runs dry,The clock is ticking,The plot thickening.I seriously just want to cry.Broken bonesAnd stick and stones,When I've only hurt my heart.I'll say I'm wrong,Sing a sad song,And I'll begin again from the start.
I had a DreamLast night I had a dream about you,I don't know whether it was good or bad.I was scared out of my wits,because for the first time in my life I didn't want to die.There was something unsettling that I know,If I died I would be without you.I can't say why I do this,Let my heart flow to my pencil or blade,I'm literally a open book,I may as well not try to hide anything from you.I haven't got the will,Nor do I have the time,I can't tell you a lie,I can't tell you that I'm fine.It kills me when I talk to you,but only from my own selfishness.I know we will never be together,And that's entirely my own fault (I don't care what you say, E)I don't want you blaming yourself for my misery.I've got a problem,I'm hooked on you.I've got a problem,Not a clue what to do.