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Wednesday October 01, 2003
Poem wannabe
Well, not a bad day. I got my email working completely, relaunched the Shadow and Gilder Shrine, got forums working completely, got the photos section up, and did some college apps. Heh, not bad at all!
Anyway, today was 80s day at school, and everyone was dressed up funny. I got some great pics that I may put up in the photos section sometime. Also, the yearbook meeting went well today. I got everyone using the yearbook forums, so hopefully things'll start to get off the ground... or am I being too hopeful again?
Hmm... I really am out of things to talk about, so here's a little "Dulce et Decorum Est" wannabe:
Bent double, clutching stomachs, groaning in pain,
hair falling out and flesh falling from skin.
Radioactive clouds pouring radioactive rain
No help for the poor souls in their shelters too thin.
Trudging along with no end in sight.
Searching, calling, for help that will never come.
Marching along the wastelands in their sad plight,
the once proud soldiers, now mute, now dumb.
Flashes of light, high in the sky.
Quick behind broken walls the men lumber
to avoid the missles that come down from high
to put the poor creatures into an eternal slumber.
But would that be worse than what awaits them in life?
Pain, suffering, they're already as good as dead.
One lone soul, too weak to continue,
looks up expectantly at the clouds.
A smile on his face? But there's nothing we could do.
Down come the SCUDs, down on the town.
This is what war is. It is not for the best
if only this you knew.
Dulce et decorum est
Pro patra mori-how untrue.
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