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 325278813 Phantom
Dan Smith, born under the name of Daniel Shirer in
29/04/90 and has begun writing since he was twelve
years old. While his childhood wasn't the worst he
considers it bad enough to create strong emotions
he decided to express by writing. no real reaction
about his writings were published but no one ever
said it was bad...
Nirhorn's reinforced gates fall open in a loud 'thud' as
horse shoes knock the wooden plating and race out of the
castle. Knights in silver-golden armor, large helmets and
massive fearsome swords shout in the air as they swing their
swords.
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Meet Matt Penner, a moderately successful writer who up
until now lived in San Francisco with his faithful dog, Max.
There his work was easily published and bought by the
hundreds. But his recent book "The Clan" was a financial
failure.
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"She? What could you have so bad against a woman? What'd she
do, steal your tampons?" Scott inquired.
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Robert moves the light back onto the lined paper. Resting
the miniature flashlight on his shoulder, he picks up the
pen and begins to write with a small sigh of relief
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Two men at bar, "So why did you tell us this long ass
story?"
Jack, "Well, it sure made a better story, didn't it?"
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The event that would later become known as the great escape
happened on September 1st, 2007. It doesn't matter what it
was called, what matters is the result, and the result was
that 57 prisoners had slipped their way out of a high
security prison.
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אני הולך בשמורת הטבע הקרובה, לרוב ללא הפרעות או תקריות. אך
היום, אני אפגוש את היחידות המשניות של אלוהים. יחידות שמהן
אני אלמד דבר אחד.
אלוהים עדיין רוצה את מותו של איש מקומי.
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דוד רואה שהסיגריה כבתה, משליך אותה ארצה, רומס אותה ואומר,
"כאן, זה נגמר".
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רוברט שב הביתה, ואחרי שביקר את קייטי וחשף אקדחו בפני כל מחזר
אפשרי, הלך לתקשורת והציע להם מבט נוקב וחד על המלחמה. שנה
מאוחר יותר הוא פרסם ספר תחת השם, "מתתי בגהנום, קראו לו
פשנדייל". מאז הוא עובד לסירוגין בין העבודה המשרדית שלו בבסיס
הצבאי בלונדון, לבין כ
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Maybe on my last flight away
Maybe on my very last day
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Black is the moon lit night
With the shadow of the stars
To gaze at you, one feels height
Without you, I might as well be behind bars
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Falling bodies, broken bones, all logic fades here
Fell a victim to the matters of love
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Shrieking darkness stands before me
Torment of light from behind
Darkness is all around us, let it be
In the chains of hell we bind
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Ripping flesh
The consequences are at place
No one messes with the sacred wolf
No one nears the raging beast
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His legs may run
But his heart for ever gone
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The things we lose
The things we cherish
It's all truth, but who's
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Remember the loss
How can you forget
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Is it a crime we commit
Is it time we just quit
No, men never give in
no matter how long it's been
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אי שם בחולות המדבר
שוטט לו אדם נואש
וכי עברו חייו, כמו החולות לפני עיניו
משתנים ללא הרף ממגע הרוח בלבד
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בפחד מפני החשכה הקרבה
אני מביט אל פני הלילה
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