NathanielderFuchs

Red Wall The place is called the Red Wall, A place where good men fall, It has your back, When the rifles crack, And another stain on the Red Wall. A place where brave men stand tall, But like the sinner they must fall, It’s all the same, When the rifles aim, And another stain on the Red Wall. This place where people would rather give all, Then abandon faith and lose all, The world’s full ire, When the rifles fire, And another stain on the Red Wall. Those saved now stand at the Red Wall, To admire those that stood tall, Their names inscribed, Of the men who died, And who stood before the Red Wall.

Thank you God for my four hours of sleep, so that I may rest in you. Thank you God for my broken body, so that I can show my strength is you. Thank you God for my cold shower, so that my warmth may be in you. Thank you God for my empty fridge, so that I may be fed by you. Thank you God for my broken car, so that I can show my trust in you. Thank you God for this bad weather, so that my sun is you. Thank you God for my hard boss, so that I may know my boss is you. Thank you God for this small check, So that my wealth may be in you. Thank you God for these tired feet, so that I may walk with you. Thank you God for this worn down house, so that

  Soft yellows, oranges, and reds flow out from this glowing oracle that has mounted the sky. He now descends a tired watchman having brought light to the people and now retreating back to his quiet and humble abode.  He tips his yellow hat as he touches the ground, he removes his orange cloak to place it on the coat rack of the hills. He dawns a red attire as only a sliver remains. He takes to his bed as the last rays fail. And he hearkens to the song of sleep as he finally dims.

A dip, a dime, a really poor rhyme, That’s the life of a poet. A rip, a rap, another poor sap, He’s just too dumb to know it. A time, some slime, another poor rhyme, And he thinks he knows how to pro it. A riff, a raff, he’s part of my staff, Another aspiring poet.

As a man we hold the world on our shoulders. When we stumble, the world quakes. When we fall, the world falls with us. But when we are strong, the world is safe. When we laugh, the world knows joy. When we love, the world knows peace. When we are men, the world knows God.

I came before the pearly gates, and saw the streets of gold, And there he stood Saint Peter, just like I had been told. But when I saw Saint Peter, holding some keys and a scroll, It made me kind of worry, if I had to pay my toll. He asked me a simple question, “Son, what great things did you do?” And I told him, “Sir, I was a real man and I can swear to God it’s true.” I’ve only loved one woman, and I’ve loved her true and true, And I’d still be loving her right now, if I wasn’t here with you. I’ve got some loving children, that I’ve raised up solid and sound, And if they were

  He came once again to Rosemary’s underground green house. She was asleep on her couch with only a thin blanket to cover her. She hadn’t changed and wore the same outfit he had seen her in earlier.  She stirred and looked up at him. “How did it go?” She asked blinking a weary eye at him.  “Fine, no incident.”  “That’s good.” She offered him a place on the couch and he took a seat. She sat up, wrapping her blanket around herself she placed her hands on his shoulders. He seethed as she worked her fingers into his always tense muscles. It was always tense where the metal met the flesh and

  In order to save a world sometimes you have to die to it or at least that’s what I’ve been told.  Unit-85940132 or Charlie as he was called walked through the garbage filled alleys of the Undercity. It was called this for two reasons, the first being that a great majority of the city had at one time been underground with access tunnels to the surface. Now it meant that the city above where the Royals lived bore down on them instead of rock and the access tunnels were forever closed to all but a lucky few.  Charlie passed a man that was being beaten and robbed. No one cared and he would have had it not been he was already under

  Celestia woke with a gentle moan. “What did I hit?” She asked taking a hoof and rubbing it over her head. She started at the barrenness of her forehead. Interiorly she groaned. “Don’t tell me whatever it was I flew into broke my horn.”  She had been laying on the forest floor of Everfree. She had been flying over it on her way to Ponyville from Dodge City when she had collided with an invisible wall and crashed into the forest below. After not finding her horn she began to check herself over.  She was again startled when she found her coat wasn’t the stainless white but a light blue. Even her mane a pas

  Michael was pushing past Screechers on his way to capture the target. His three fast PAWs  followed as they blew away all those he let slip by. Coming to the end of the corridor, they came face-to-face with thirty Screechers.  He jumped back suddenly and knocked up against one of his PAWs. "Spread out!" A PAW was too slow and took some shots to the legs. Falling the pilot jumped out. Using his rifle he laid down cover fire.  Michael rolled in front of him. "Get behind cover." He ran and got behind a bulkhead. He took a shot to the arm, dislodging his laser. "Nimitz!" Ripping it off he drew a large sword. Swinging it above his head, he c