The others at least try to engage. You and Freedom sneak around with BS plots because you want to limit freedom (oh, the irony) of speech.
I don't respect that.
You should be ashamed of yourself, keeping people in cages like animals. If there's a Hell, you're going to end up in it, buddy. And that bit has nothing to do with Sunspace.
Doesn't work against me. Not to mention that you literally have nothing to report me with. You called me a ****, and I expressed my real opinion that I believe you're a cruel human being who, if there's a Hell, will burn in it.
That's what I truly think of you. Sorry if it hurts your feelings, but that's not changing no matter how many times they ban me. It's not an insult. It's a fact; If I had the religious sway of believing in a God, I'd consider you one of the people who would end up in Hell because of your cruelty, and total disregard for human rights that no government can override above the lord.
So, let's get this straight; you call me a ****, and I call you cruel, adding that in a hypothetical religious belief you'd end up in Hell for your cruelty, and you think that my calling you cruel not only overrides "****," but also becomes a bannable offense?
Get out of here. You're just trying to play to the mods track record of bias against me. If I get banned, YOU should get banned, too.
In my dreams I see all their faces:
Those who left, those who stayed here.
I don’t want to spend all my days here.
I don’t want to run all of my nights here.
In the dreams, I’m an audience member;
They sit on me like if I am not there.
Timberlake performs to a standing ovation.
Children dance as if they have something.
There’s no one seated behind us at all.
I suppose that’s supposed to mean something.
I ask Guillermo where we’re going, if we can go now;
He says not until you talk to Carmen.
I’ve already spoken too many times to that woman;
I can’t compromise my values to move on.
Is that why I’m stuck? Is that why I’m stuck?
The smiling teachers subtly shift their jackets,
In my dreams I see all their faces:
Those who left, those who stayed here.
I don’t want to spend all my days here.
I don’t want to run all of my nights here.
In the dreams, I’m an audience member;
They sit on me like if I am not there.
Timberlake performs to a standing ovation.
Children dance as if they have something.
There’s no one seated behind us at all.
I suppose that’s supposed to mean something.
I ask Guillermo where we’re going, if we can go now;
He says not until you talk to Carmen.
I’ve already spoken too many times to that woman;
I can’t compromise my values to move on.
Is that why I’m stuck? Is that why I’m stuck?
The smiling teachers subtly shift their jackets,
Dancing along.
Sunspacism is taking over. Another quality poem from the legend of boxingscene. Do a poem about that butcher who keeps making threads about you
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