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ok! lisson up bakas... im a pirate, but jest cause im a pirate deosnt meen i should hate flippin peter pan... first its a fairy tail second those arent even reel pirates... stupid!!! ok, now think... i know its hard, but think before u say, pirates are"kool" we are on the seas for day, weeks, months... theres no shower, toillet, food or water...& dont say we're srounded by water (sea water is salt water) & dont say u wernt thinking it cause yu were!! Duuuuuuuuuu... we never change our close & i think most of us have made a deal w/ lily (the devli)! & damn it we dont say- "arrrrggu" wise-ass & dont say i want a pirate to be my husband or wife, cause i garenty 60% of the time there cheeeting on u! we hate familys & we live in clans! now lozers, there is no such thing as a good pirate! Kay... pirates dont take prisnors u baka... no we kill every one!!! so dei...
ok, we dont call our loot "booty" why cause a "booty" is an ass like u! ko, now if u still wanna-be a pirate... well for get it, like i said befor pirates arent nice, so either u are born a pirate or u didnt want to & we made u one... get it retard, OH... (BY THE WAY IF PEOLE WERE TRYING RILLY HARD NOT TO LAUGHTH AT U, IT WAS CAUSE YOUR ASS-CRACK IS SHOWING) ok! if u say pirates are dum... then this part is for u "barbie": we do have our addvanteges, i bet ive got more money then u! i make at lest 20tou-(20,ooo) a month $_$ & if u do the math you'd now that butmuncher & if u make more then me who cares, we're just gonna steel it sooner or later... so ha! LOOSER! do u even have a brane, & no a brane isnt a mouse on TV! ok pink...(dam-ass)! + we live in the real world not barbie land, girly kissy plannet, or fluffy-pootal-princess-named-floofloo island,!!! u (bimbao)! i bet if we cut your hand off! u'd wake up to reality! so, to all u la-de, dum asses "go fall of the plaink" & to all the born smart people, who dont know wat a plaink is... its the woodden bord that people stand on, the bord sticks out from the ship about 2ft... & for all u dim-wods at home, sitting down saying"wouldnt that mean its over the water" why yes, it is... wait-a- go (dum ass)... heres your prise,**sticks a pressent at the end of the plaink** "you go & get it"... (Ha! Ha! sucker!)oh... one touchy sudjectfor all of u about to happy peep for no reson- ok, ever seen a pirate w/ a eye pach on its not funny its not cool u know why... no u dont know why other wise u wouldnt by reading this to find out- ok, a pirate was in a fight and/or ship reck & something went throw the eye thust the eye was removed & a eye pach was placed there get it "shamoe" i'm a horny school boy
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liticher- 1.Water rushing up to it's queen, her body...deep where it cannot be seen small droplets of all of her pain, all true emotions left in the rain my body only becomes...closer to free just bury my memories far away from me push me with your wave full of hope...that dies show me who it is, that can hear my cries. i can feel its pull wanting to flood me...wanting to feed so cold, so emotional, yet...into nothing...it leads deep dark blue, take me away, show me who is floating, within your waves your tender parts are dying, and there are so many graves... the jewels of the queen hidden within my eyes, and as the king forces her another way...she tries the birth of your tidal, how do you let go of this? ...how long can you last within your own abyss? knowlegde in clouds raining into dust, fighting to survive the power of trust. and far away where no one could see, the worlds collided in spite of the sea... i pray to its madness, i pray to its sound, full of wasted hope, and forgotten lives... buried deep within its ground. never, have i seen the core of my soul, until the rapid element let go of its pull and all emotion running through my eyes so much rain...so many cries and all is released...and floating so far away all that i have seen...every word within my pray and all beauty was, and all beauty could be... washed away..in the arms ...of the forgotten sea.pirate liticher- 2. My mind a tumbled In that shallow drift, The sail a rumble, Into a darken abyss. An echo chimes In ear of souls. Past of his lies, And their death tolls. He created that sin, You see. One pin. A prick of spell, And inconceivable. Though I wonder Into the days of ponder, How did these worlds become So deceived and nothing but rum. The unwise led the drunk. The thieves snatching the seas, Of riches and golds in their trunks. And yet a story, this child believes. For certain I came to this Unknowing risk of beings, That my inner thoughts, a decease, Had crippled my dreams. So I stood there at the shore, Biting into the enviable some more. When I realized too, what right, A theif is in the dim of night.3. The king and his men stole the queen from her bed and bound her in her Bones. The seas be ours and by the powers where we will we'll roam. Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the Colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die. Some men have died and some are alive and others sail on the sea -- with the keys to the cage... and the Devil to pay we lay to Fiddler's Green! The bell has been raised from it's watery grave... Do you hear it's sepulchral tone? We are a call to all, pay head the squall and turn your sail toward home! Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the Colors high... Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die