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Warrior's Birth


Growing up, out in the field, in the heat

Is where I lived, filled with nothing but peace and love

Out in the sights is where, from land to lake, grew the wheat

And throughout the sky was filled with our famous doves

 

That is, until the day I heard the loud bang

And off in the distance, there the monsters had claimed

“THE TITANS ARE HERE! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE” the priest sang

Running away from them as they knew they were untamed

 

But it was but too late as there were nowhere to hide or take cover

And now, the river had run bled the color red

All but I had died, where I laid with my mother

As she now had laid, half on hers and death’s bed

 

That day I shall never forget, as I call out to avenge to those whom I’d lost

For I will have my revenge, no matter the cost

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bryan2010diaz

I will not tell a lie, but because of my troubled childhood, I am a shy and antisocial person. However, that does not mean that I am not a determined being. I will follow through any work that I must do, even if it means that I have to get out of my comfort zone. I will never give up to seek for my goals. I am a trustworthy and compassionate person to all of my pupils, and a hardworking individual who can and will be loyal to the cause. I have a future in this world, and I intend to follow that goal and all those proud for what I am, no matter what.

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