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[aid] => mick
[title] => 5 Gods
[time] => 2005-01-03 21:52:38
[hometext] => me and the drummer to my band came up with this story about these 5 people who were the real gods of everything, so here it is, comments appreciated
[bodytext] => They say there’s a story many years old They say there’s a story that’s never been told It has not happened but I know it well It has not happened so now I tell I will tell you a story of evil and men I will tell you a story this is how it began As in the land of yesteryear There are many things that we fear Fire water earth and wind All four will come for we have sinned They will come to rule our downfallen race Where the evil us once was they will replace For years and years a great war raged Everywhere is where it was staged The governing bodies were laid to waste All historical documents were erased We lived in chaos for many years That was the greatest of all our fears This was permanent it could never be undone There was no where to go no where to run No one would help out not a one Something had to happen something must be done A new hero named Omega soon was born Between good and evil he would be torn The four good men solicited on the side of good This man was no fighter he was misunderstood He joined there side and became element dark The five of them left on a journey they will embark They reached the leader of the fallen society It was in shambles there was no propriety The leader wished to test their skill As many a take they were willing to kill So they started the fight in many deathly ways This is how it went, this is how it stays Five of them standing there own brigade Helicopters landing but there they stayed An enemy drew his gun they still stood in silence For them this was fun for others violence At the last second the five of them split Into three groups so that none were hit Two on the left an two on the right One in the middle they were ready to fight The middleman slashed and a soldier was hit Out of his mouth flew blood and spit In the end the five men won Still standing silently without a single gun Heaps of bodies cold and dead Some impailed or without a head Five of them stepped and turned to leave But the last man living stood with a heave Before he died this is what he said "You win our kingdom for we have bled" Then they killed him very fast They became gods despite their bloody past [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 31 [informant] => The_Callif [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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