The view from my front window this morning... Ok... I need zaidi words here... ooh SONG LYRICS WILL WORK!!!
"Hail To The King"
Watch your tongue, I'll have it cut from your head Save your life kwa keeping whispers unsaid Children roam the streets, now orphans of war Bodies hanging in the streets to adore
Royal flames will carve a path in chaos, Bringing daylight to the night Death is riding into town with armor, They've come to take all your rights
Hail to the king, hail to the one Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun Hail to the king
Hail! Hail! Hail! The King...
Blood is spilled while holding keys to the throne...
hujambo there, my name is Vensa, nice to meet 'cha! I'm fifteen years old. I have smokey black hair, periwinkle eyes, pale skin, and I'm considered kinda tall for girls. I have only a few friends, but my best friend is names Catina, she's fourteen years old, just a little bit younger than me. She has bright machungwa, chungwa hair, beautiful grey eyes, light skin and is only just shorter than me kwa a couple inches.
I go to an all girls boarding school, I'n in my first mwaka of high school, although the age for our school is thirteen through nineteen. And because of my school, seeing boys is really rare,...
*at the Assassins in Training tower at the mpira wa kikapu court*
"-Sigh- I wish the only person i knew here wasn't my father," Kaylee thought, sitting alone on a bench watching the others have fun. Then, Kaylee heard a voice. "Hey, are wewe ok?" she looked up, their was a girl standing in front of her, she had short blonde hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and was wearing a red vest, a black shirt, and a gray skirt. "I'm alright," Kaylee responded. "I'm Miranda, whats your name?" Miranda asked. "I'm Kaylee," Kaylee said. "Do wewe want to be my friend? wewe seem lonely," "Its just that, i don't know anybody,...
It's taken me awhile, but I have three new anime series under my belt, ready for capsule reviews:
Fractale: An odd little series, and hard to describe. A boy finds himself caught up in a war between people who rely on technology to an extreme extent, and those people who want to get back to the farm, so to speak. Which side is right is for wewe to decide. But heed this warning: war is bad.
Linebarrels of Iron—A bullied boy is accidentally killed, then resurrected kwa a mecha. He now has the strength to take on bullies and pilot the mecha. He goes gung-ho. Fortunately, the beautiful alien Emi...
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