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Amos Greywind

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About Amos Greywind

  • Birthday 11/08/1985

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    Contemplation, Music, Role Playing and what would the world be like without, Science

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    Din, Amos, Voltaire, Atman, Kull

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  1. WOW!!! my qudos to the kid!!! Amos
  2. It was great, I just finnished a StarCraft craze Amos
  3. I quite enjoyed it, it flows nicely Amos
  4. Choices What makes us who we are? Is it the things we’ve done in times past? Things we will do in the time of future? No, I believe it is the choices we cast. The choice to say yes or no, Or to say nothing at all, The choice to bite ones tongue, And with it take any fall. Choices make us who we are, And who we will become, They guide our path everyday, Until the end does come. Amos Greywind
  5. Wow, I loved the flow of this poem. the mood comes across very well. Thank you for another good poem Amos Greywind
  6. I thought it flowed nicly and it was just all around well written. Yet another good one. Amos
  7. wow... yet another fantastic work, I enjoy the imagery. Amos
  8. wow, that was certainly a great poem!! Encore, encore!
  9. Aversion By Amos Greywind Scorn burns within ones soul, As their eyes darken with vice, They become savage and cruel, They become monster from mice. Their fists ball, soaked with rancor, The gates to hell swing wide and darken the skies, And the blood within their veins doth boil, As they distort, twist, and bend through its lies. From peace they become war, From absolute they become tainted, From generous they become ravenous, So that all that once was pure has fainted. The fiend within the mind, Taints the body and sense, It drives us to derangement, It drives us over the fence. It is detestation, It is malevolence, It is enmity, It is abhorrence. It is… Hatred.
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