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GET DOWN! They cried as bullets whistled by. The night sky was lit up with gun fire like fireflies in the heart of July. Everbody lunged to the ground and like a foxhound, did not dare to make a sound. Through the bushes they crawled and in the fields they brawled, with hopes that they where not mauled then hauled. Bodies lay scattered, torn and motionless. The war was becoming more and more vicious. I dropped to my knees and just watched in terror, when suddenly with a gun to my head he whispered, "Youv'e made a fatal error". BANG! I woke up sweating. The dream felt too real, it was very upsetting. My heart now racing, my breathing now heavy

Take me away to you highest castle, where only dark clouds give me hassle. Where blood encrusted thorns crawl up the wall and the stars burn through the darkened night fall. Where only the falcon's cry make a sound, where im so high I no longer feel earth bound. Only through stone cracks does the wind billow, where the only other there is my own shadow. Where I finally don't feel chokened by chain neckties, where if I jump I can finally fly. Finally cleansed of mayhem's fungi, where only God can hear my outcries. Where it is so quiet that I can finally shout, for this castle is my hearts hideout. It is the soul that is denied and defied, thro

When fustrated, angry, excited or confident it is through art that I express my feelings. The need to put pencil to paper consumes and compells me.