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Fields of pain, Rivers of blood, The memories of wars past, What was once a lush green meadow, Now nothing but mud and carnage Young men and women, Once happy and innocent, Ignorant of the pain Ares brings Fight for their lives while their brothers lay dying Bombs rain down like the Furies themselves Launched through poisoned air Tearing sons from their mothers and wives from their husbands With a bloody, bright fireworks display And when the horrid deeds are done Ares finally unclenches his fist To release our warriors from their unrelenting nightmare And into the embrace of their children once more Though time goes on And

Pittore della Vita                         (Life's Painter) It all begins with white, a blank canvas. You take the charcoal in your hand; creating nothing but lines and squiggles until eventually they connect, forming images. You then take up your oils and brush, and give life to the image you see in your mind. Blues as deep as the sea, emerald-crusted greens, and yellows golden as the sun all come together to beget the illustration of your mind's eye. By then the Black Cat weaves his way through the legs of your easel and sends it crashing to the ground, your paints soaring through the air and splashing to the floor. You res

            Tell me, What is it when you can't get them out of your head? When they're gone, you miss them like no tomorrow? You laugh when you think of the things they do and say, When you're apart they're all you can think about? What is it when you think about them every minute you're awake? What does it mean when they say they miss you and your heart starts to race? What is it when every second you're with them feels perfect? When you're with them you feel like you can take on the world? You don't have to act or pretend, you can just be you. Can you tell me? What is it? T

    Chapter 6 "I love you," her voice whispered softly. Could he be dreaming? No, he'd only closed his eyes for a moment, right? Then Kakashi felt a warm pressure on his cheek. A kiss. He mouthed those same words back to her though his mask and opened his eyes. She was so close to him, her eyes bright and jaded. She was smiling. "Good morning," her voice soft as velvet. Her eyes were like a gateway to her heart. He could see that she loved him and he felt the same. But, unconsciously, he didn't let his facial expression and voice let her know what he was feeling. He kept them even and indifferent, the same as he had been when they first me