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Fatal Air

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Stoned Sour

unless air is fatal to those who breathe, you should have nothing to fear.
The safest way of surviving Fatal Air is to steal a few handfuls of blazing air.
Granting you access to:
“Enter without Danger.”

Physical contact sparked flames instantly. 
Heating up more than the temperature, while bundles of blazing grass were thrown in for a real heat wave. preparing the flame chest filled with signal rockets that we brought from the wreck blasted flying fiery serpents shots; gliding across the sky and shortly disappearing at a vast distance. 
Radiant meteors on a cloud of thunder lightened up by local magicians sparked and smoked like fire-breathing dragons. 

These experiments lighted the air-leaving all oxygen purified.

Do you believe

Do you believe in wishes that come true.

Do you believe in me, do you believe in you.

Do you believe in fairy's.

Do you believe in things scary.

Do you believe the truth.

Do you need some proof.

Do you believe in what people say.

Do you believe it's a good day everyday.

Do you believe in lord.

Do you believe ther's no god.

Do you believe you could live forever and never be dead.

Now can you answer all these question i'v just said.

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Just A Fairytale

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Free-verse poems

They all start,

With a “Once upon a time”

Setting the stage

Of a fairytale

Bound to have a magical

Happy Ever After


But it is said

That life

Is not a fairytale

That the “Once upon a time”

Doesn’t exist

That the fairytale is just

A figment of imagination

That Happy Ever After’s

Are cruel jokes

And that all that is left

Is the cruelty

The pain

The greed


It is true that

Hope is scarce

It is the

Rainbow in a cloudy sky

The perfect among the evil

The good in Pandora’s Box

Not much

But a little is enough

To chase way the bad dreams

The dark eating at light

The monster under the bed


Then

We look inside of ourselves

And find

The little, beating Hope there

Needing protection

Against the words

The hate

Hope is the shield,

But also its bearer


It protects itself

Against the people

Who do not have Hope

Who do not believe in a Happy Ever After

The people who discourage imagination

The people who do not believe in

Fairytales

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another poem... I was always taught to hope.  That there was a reason that it was created.  Hope allows us to carry on day by day, climbing over the obstacles.  Sometimes, we may stumble or fall, but we must pick ourselves up, not lie in the dust, watching others climb over the mountain.  Everyone has their own problems to overcome, and it is important that we have hope to fuel us along.