[Mk, so my English 12 teacher says that i remind her of here daughter because i work alone instead of with a group on a project she gives out
the project is to wright a "play/act" thing that deals with "The need to succeed" and my little sub-subject is- a crime scene, and i wrote~
Death: Ah, the camaraderie of thieves! i [have] come to collect this poor man's soul, his body containing faint tracesof arsenic!] [He was] Killed in pursuit of his goals, yet [it] was a life fulfilled! He was a good kind man who had never done much wrong. He did what he had to better himself, to susceed in his goals, and then to help others in his wake! I sympathise with this man! His persepctive on life Surpassed many others his age! He aligned himself not with Vanity and self-centeredness, but with share dedication and determination to what he believed was right! But alas, Humans are frangable things, and even though his actions [were] Zealous, his life was cut short by greedy cutthroats! They saught his power and repect! So with disturbing equnimity, they slaughtered him, as i can think of no other word thats best discribes their actions. I myself was in replete of lugubrious emotion when i did all i could by turnacateing his life. The most wrenching thing of all was how they pretended that whomever had killed Him would pay dearly! There Inteminable talk seemed to desiccate the last tears of the many loved ones surounding His coffin. I could not help but saddly shake my head and only pray for the two souls that had killed the beloved of the community. Alas, there ill deeds are fulfilled and its time for the reasing of the will. They seem to sweat with anticipation, waiing for there names to be called, seeing if they now own the poor man's legacy, what he had so long strived to achieve. ha-ha, great gods of disapointment, i praise ye, how there faces fell when they heard that His legacy would go to his long lost son.
the project is to wright a "play/act" thing that deals with "The need to succeed" and my little sub-subject is- a crime scene, and i wrote~
Death: Ah, the camaraderie of thieves! i [have] come to collect this poor man's soul, his body containing faint tracesof arsenic!] [He was] Killed in pursuit of his goals, yet [it] was a life fulfilled! He was a good kind man who had never done much wrong. He did what he had to better himself, to susceed in his goals, and then to help others in his wake! I sympathise with this man! His persepctive on life Surpassed many others his age! He aligned himself not with Vanity and self-centeredness, but with share dedication and determination to what he believed was right! But alas, Humans are frangable things, and even though his actions [were] Zealous, his life was cut short by greedy cutthroats! They saught his power and repect! So with disturbing equnimity, they slaughtered him, as i can think of no other word thats best discribes their actions. I myself was in replete of lugubrious emotion when i did all i could by turnacateing his life. The most wrenching thing of all was how they pretended that whomever had killed Him would pay dearly! There Inteminable talk seemed to desiccate the last tears of the many loved ones surounding His coffin. I could not help but saddly shake my head and only pray for the two souls that had killed the beloved of the community. Alas, there ill deeds are fulfilled and its time for the reasing of the will. They seem to sweat with anticipation, waiing for there names to be called, seeing if they now own the poor man's legacy, what he had so long strived to achieve. ha-ha, great gods of disapointment, i praise ye, how there faces fell when they heard that His legacy would go to his long lost son.
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