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Series of Lost Souls
    Tale 2 The First Amendment
    James Cross, Freedom, Equality, are sitting at a lounge table in Boston. All of them are clearly drinking a pint of ale. The waitress named Voter, came over to take their order, “Do we still need a few minutes to look over the menu, or do you know what you would like?”
    “Yes,” Equality said hesitantly. “Get me your house salad with your house dressing?”
    “Certainly.” Voter replied, writing it down. “And you Freedom?”
    “Yes, can you give me the burger, rare, side of fries, and extra bacon!” he replied, looking over to equality. “This isn’t going to offend you is it?” he said sarcastically.
    “Really? You had to go there? Why the pork! It is unclean!” Equality replied.
    “Now, please let us be civ
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Chapter 5, Old Forest(partial chapter)
Chapter 5 The Old Forest
Glentor was in the company of an elf, named Erdan, and a warrior called Glenroy. They have known each other for years, for when the need came, Erdan and Glenroy would always answer. Friends they were, but they were always quiet on the road. Peace and quiet, the needs of a halfling.
Glentor was a halfling merchant, who lived in the land of Paxis. He was middle aged, and had traveled quite a bit. Unlike his halfling kin, he knew the troubles of the world and did not take the peace he found in Paxis for granted. He would never leave Paxis if it could be helped, but sometimes his work needed him to move out into the world and sell his items there. Usually he would only make the trip every five years, but he usually sold out in the world for about a year, or six months, when the halfling could no longer handle it.
Glenroy was a human warrior, also middle aged, near forty-five. He was a strongly built man, and did not shave his face often. He still had a full beard w
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Literature
The Entrance
    The Entrance
    Those words, me he spoke unto
    Ice chills my heart and my wife’s
    Truth, I do not take as is
    Alexandria’s pupil’s,
    My heart chipped expecting ills
    Words are spoken I cannot hear
    This task hard to bear I fear
    John gave us pills, red and green
    First to Alexandria
    “Take thy pick, pick thy poison
    Red is the colour of fire
    ‘Tis the comfortable path
    For which thou already live
    Evil is the path walk you
    The pill green, colour of grass
    If ye take, path is awful
    Woe to thee, and woe to me
    Behold thy vices b
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Literature
The Concept of Humanity
Here I sit...
On this seat, I see people
No...they are not people.
They have their phones...staring aimlessly, emotionless, meaningless.
Their existence is meaningless as I see them sell themselves to one thing and one thing only
Parents do not pay attention to their children...only their phones.
I see the student studying his book
the one saving grace on this train.
Why do you continue to enslave yourselves on such devices which are meaningless?
I look outside the window...
I see the cars and trucks, construction workers
working until the work is done, or slaving off, not working
I see it now, these workers have out their phone, 
They are the center of their world, not caring about what is around them
No conscious of the new recruit, who injured himself with the cinder block
What don't I see, I do not see trees
I do not see animals
I only see the flawed industry of man who builds without thinking
Why are all of these people dead? 
Can they not see the end of time? 
Can
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Literature
My Spiritual Funeral March
March march march forth
Alas alas
Here is the march
March march march march
Bring forth your light
Backs against the wall
Soul weary tir’d
Torn, born distort
Thy truth never
It shall be wrong
It is the way
The only way known
Unverdus it will be us
I raise my;
Spears! Swords! Bows,
Bring forth your battlements!
Alas, this battle I do unto you!
Arise arise
Come forth all ye
All ye who lead
I will pray thee
Come unto us
Darkness dare thee
I dare ye now!
Our backs ‘gainst walls
I have no fear
Not anymore
Come now, fight us!
Light prevail us!
Unverdus it will be us
I raise my;
Words, declarations
Bring forth your battlements!
Alas, this battle I do unto you!
Darkness reigns, bells
At horror sounds
Trumpets, music
Give us thy light!
Darkness will end
Unverdus please
Guide our thoughts, minds
Souls through the gates
The gate’s final!
Will we walk through
Design our form
The battlements
Unverdus it will be us
I raise my;
trumpet, music
Bring forth your battlements!
Alas, this
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March march march forth
Alas alas
Here is the march
March march march march

Bring forth your light 
Backs against the wall
Soul weary tir’d
Torn, born distort

Thy truth never
It shall be wrong
It is the way
The only way known

Unverdus it will be us
I raise my;
Spears! Swords! Bows, 
Bring forth your battlements!
Alas, this battle I do unto you!

Arise arise 
Come forth all ye
All ye who lead
I will pray thee

Come unto us
Darkness dare thee
I dare ye now!
Our backs ‘gainst walls

I have no fear
Not anymore
Come now, fight us!
Light prevail us!

Unverdus it will be us
I raise my;
Words, declarations
Bring forth your battlements!
Alas, this battle I do unto you!

Darkness reigns, bells
At horror sounds
Trumpets, music
Give us thy light!

Darkness will end
Unverdus please
Guide our thoughts, minds
Souls through the gates

The gate’s final!
Will we walk through
Design our form
The battlements

Unverdus it will be us
I raise my;
trumpet, music
Bring forth your battlements!
Alas, this battle I do unto you!

March march march
Our funeral march
March against the flood
March against the blood
March forth 
Bring forth our battlements!
To Our Funeral March!

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Kacy Granitsas
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I grew up in the woodlands of Maine where I liked to have an archery range in my backyard. Excellent accident stories. I do a lot of writing, so much that its like a job almost. Mostly novel stories, very few poems.
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