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I have pondering while in bed late at night Would we stand up for our nation and fight If ever the call of war knocks on our door Would every true Brit rush to the fore It swells my heart, with pride it is filled. For our Pride in our Country we'd fall as her shield Stand shoulder to shoulder as one on the field. With our blood if it bought just one more free day Now that is a price we would willingly pay. We're the contemporary Patriots, Churchills' legacy We'd defend our our family, surrender? heresy! We may not be in redcoats, or be in the armed forces. But We'd lead the first charge, just give us the horses. We'd never surren

Teasing tongues, twist together in their tale of untruthful treachery, Greedy grasping desperate digits, clawing their clothes off, The quiet thump of knickers hitting floor a death note, A bell tolling the end of my trust, leaving a relationship in ruin. Every gasp a dagger in my back, Every thrust a nail in the coffin of my heart. Every lie of innocence, the cawing of crows as the peck the eyes of my soul away Leaving only emptiness in my chest. Her tears and excuses, a cocktail that I'm drunk on, but my anger n hurt sobers me. Bright blurring blobs of burning bitterness roll down my face flushed with fury. No pleasured sounds t

my angel is lost to me her purity restored as she left my pit of sin and sadness Her light of god back to glory as temptation she left behind. My happiness shattered, my heart torn open feelings, emotions flowing in place of blood My world turned to a barren, dark, desert where happiness cannot grow or live My angel has left me, my world is dying as her radiant wings disapear into the kingdom of love that I couldn\'t give her. I sit alone, in misery crying for my lost angel