| About Me: Hello Peeps, I am an 18 year old Cherokee male living in West Columbia, South Carolina. I don't take kindly to assholes, and I can't stand bitches (lol). My favorite things to do include: reading, watching TV, singing for my band, shopping, playing with animals, write poetry, make music, draw, and much more. I would say I am a kind hearted person most of the time, just don't get on my bad side. Poetry: What I really enjoy doing probably more than anything besides drawing is writing poetry. Here are some of my favorite poems I have written... "Corrupting Rotting Corpses" Corruption inside this land, Everything destroyed by the man, Caged inside this place, Green envy as I cut your face, Guts acid boils, Feel like you swallowed oil, In this worl of torture, Dead bodies lay out in the sun, Corpses smell from the scorture, Making chaos feels like fun, The acidic pain of thousands dead, The ice craving in Hell's Death bed, Inside the mind's of one-thousand men, Loss of the war they thought they could win, The Devil was there and made them lose, Now between Heaven and Hell they can't choose, Sadness in the suffering souls, Eternity despair end this chaotic nightmare, The Soldiers war victory is his goal, But all washed away in the Night's crystal air, And through the task of one's despari, The Soldier's fort is now impaired, And through the years of thousand sun's dawns, A soldier's life is just a pawn, And through the through the dusk of thousand moons, A death bed covered by the satanic tomb, Soldier's goal to win by night, All of them Satan's sevants he test their might, Now just corpses rotting eaten by Satan's Serpents, The Soldiers in Hell as the Devil's Servants, And through this Night's clean Crystal Air, The Moon shines bright as the war despairs, Soldiers Never to see another sunrise, Earth is now Hell in the Heavenly Skies. "Warrior of Bones" Who is 'tis creature of decay? A simple man his mind be may? Once living fighter batllefield grave, When he lived a political slave. Once a warrior whom fought the naves, They dig his bones up from his grave. The resltess warrior can't rest today, Slain by thy enemy blown away. The warrior of bones, In his land of broken dreams. His king sits his fat ass on the throne, While his soldiers die with torture screams. In this land of broken dreams, Feel the ghostly aura beams. A Warrior of bones thus is he, Whom both lived and died on his knee. A warrior whom never a tear cried, A warrior whom in his realm to never die. Thy Bone Warrior need revenge, When fire burns your enemy singe. A land 'o lands of no remorse, Of thy pain of the rotting corpse. Once a hero thus no lie, Still my hero once he died. A warrior of bones who shall never rest, His heart still beats in his rotting chest. Once a breathing hero of thy flesh, Was blown away into mesh. A well suited hero of Armor dress, A hero he be nonetheless. This hero of heroes Warrior of Bones, In his afterlife he sits the throne. |
| Name: Dwayne Eric McLeod Age: 18 From: Columbia, South Carolina, USA Live: West Columbia, South Carolina, USA Born: April 6, 1987 |
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