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Oh, the rain
In my brain
Is insane.
What a pain!
It's a strain
On the brain.
Leaves a stain
On the veins.
Oh, the pain
Like a train
On my brain.
Need a cane!
It's the main
Ball and chain
That's the strain
In my brain.
For my brain
Needs a train
From the rain
B'fore it's slain.
Wax and wane,
O my brain,
Like the plain
Lion's mane.
All in vain!
It's my bane,
That darn rain,
In my brain.
I'm insane!
In my brain
Is insane.
What a pain!
It's a strain
On the brain.
Leaves a stain
On the veins.
Oh, the pain
Like a train
On my brain.
Need a cane!
It's the main
Ball and chain
That's the strain
In my brain.
For my brain
Needs a train
From the rain
B'fore it's slain.
Wax and wane,
O my brain,
Like the plain
Lion's mane.
All in vain!
It's my bane,
That darn rain,
In my brain.
I'm insane!
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Cliffjumper finally gets his memory back PART 3
Doomsayer told Cliffjumper to wait while he walks over to get the Matrix of Conquest from the stone altar. Hivemus Prime, Hot Rod, Strongarm, Sideswipe, and Orion Eclipse watched through the crack from the other room as they could see that the Matrix of Conquest looked like the Matrix of Leadership, but different. "What is that thing?" Sideswipe asked with a quiet voice. "It looks like...The Dark Spark?" Hivemus Prime assumed. "It looks like the Matrix of Leadership, except it's evil-looking." Hot Rod added. "Shh! Keep your voices down." Orion told his friends. "Doomsayer could hear us." he said. Doomsayer stopped by the stone altar as the Matrix of Conquest was hovering above it in a purple force field. When Doomsayer carefully reached his hand servo over to grab it, the force field didn't harm him. It recognized the Blood of Unicron from within him and the force field died down as Doomsayer grabbed the Matrix of Conquest with both hand servos. Doomsayer looked at the evil relic
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Truncated Timeline
The last time I saw you, you were bedridden and half-coherent That goodbye was a very sloppy one; both of us were hindered In our own ways I remember when you talked about getting back to normal, as if You planned on making Death wait a few more decades; I had No doubt that you would regain your basic functions I know better than to be optimistic like that I'm used to undeserved misery, but why did it have to spill over to you? I've always wanted to die after you, but why did it have to be so soon? It's a horrible part of life, but why does it only happen when there's hope? Questions that no human being can answer I would ask God, but he's never replied-- why would he this time? All I can do is mourn the loss of a man who was the closest thing to A father that I will ever have So intelligent, knowledgeable, brave, considerate, and generous A great example of someone who's broken but full of potential The apotheosis of a family-oriented individual And the only one who was anything
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And a Glossy Finish
Martin flipped through the sheets on his clipboard. He wasn’t exactly sure what qualified him to be a safety inspector, particularly at a place that seemed so thoroughly unsafe to begin with. He’d never worked for Avirans before. The little, feathered, raptor-like aliens had a peculiar eagerness to them, always in a hurry, always busy with something. One had emerged from an office, looking through his notes, clad in a white work coat and sporting a little teal ‘do of feathers. The little orange-haired human was less than five and a half feet, but even Martin stood head and shoulders above these guys. Not that it made them seem any more impressed with him. The Aviran had conducted the entire interview while walking from one office to another, and he moved so briskly Martin struggled to keep up. When they’d reached a door marked “no admittance” and his host slipped inside with no more than an “Okay we’re done,” he initially thought he’d been rejected out of hand. The inspector paced
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This was the third poem in my creative project. I'm sure you'll notice the style and subject matter differ quite a bit in this one compared to the other two.
Well, you can only be sane for so long.
Well, you can only be sane for so long.
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