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A Man Dangerous

Wed Oct 4, 2006, 4:19 PM
"A Man Dangerous"

A Quote By Jeff Massman

"A man escorted, is a man protected, a man protected, is a man important, a man important, is a man respected, a man respected, is a man dangerous. Be it fear or trust, both equally enstill such power"


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Honestly I dunno where the hell this came from but whatever
-Jeff

  • Mood: Angsty
  • Listening to: "Klung Kung" - DM Ashura

NICE!

Fri Jun 16, 2006, 3:31 AM
I've got my band back, all the original members. We're going to rock the hell outta this damn town this summer and there idn't gonna be a force on Earth to stop us!...Unless that force happens to be my drummer who has gotten rather lazy...Anyway...

I've been sorta working on a story that I started quite a while ago, I still know how it goes mostly, I'm not too fond of the beginning but it'll smoothe out later, and I don't really dislike it enough to change it anyway...so...I'll post it up sometime when I feel its gotten more interesting for readers.

Lay Siege

Wed May 31, 2006, 2:05 AM
Lay Siege

We stagger, we press on, we bleed

We cry out our solmn battle creed

Our numbers are dying but spirits keep flying

As the enemy lays siege!

We're screaming, we're bloodied, we're grim

But still we scream our battle hymn

Hell has invaded but still we're not jaded

As the enemy lays siege!

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They're lyrics to a song I'm writing, they don't look like much right now but I'm still working on them, those who know me well may know what this song is meant to describe. If I ever get a band I'll be sure to get the song out.

Jeff

First Piece Of Work

Mon May 8, 2006, 12:00 AM
The Need To Protect

The gate to my life is barred, and holds the shape of a fist

The heart becomes a hurricane with surging momentum

My fists are on fire and my enemies, I've bled them

Eyes are ablaze and I've locked into my foe

With searing force, we trade blow for blow

I come out on top, but still harbor unrest

My heart still thrashes beneathe my chest

Excorized Hate, I turn to leave

Wiping my blood off on my sleeve

Soon it'll return, hate resurrect

And once again, I'll feel the need to protect.

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