We Shall Fight In Their Stead,
Of The Families We Raise.
Our Brothers Are Dead,
In A Blinding Haze.
Of the families we raise;
They have lost so much.
In a blinding haze,
Finding a crutch.
They have lost so much.
We will have no more.
Finding a Crutch,
We stand up off the floor.
We Will Have No More!
Our Brothers Are Dead!
We Stand Up Off The Floor!
We Shall Fight Their stead!
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Short stories and Assignments
General FictionI've had to write a bunch of stories in English class and in my Creative Writing Class, and I've decided to transfer them here. Enjoy!