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Live young soul

The whimsy of travel, mysteries to unravel

Relish on the experiences, explained in youth

Seek what your heart, considers the truth

Bruise your soul, with the burden of life

The hardship of supporting your child and your wife

Is but a fleeting moment in a world so dormant

Reflect on this sonnet, this very stanza

Deflect your worries, live young soul

Live long and live free

Discover every corner sit under every tree

Step into new lands for adventures uncharted

For the only wealth you create

Is it worth living for

Or further more, worth dying

Drugs are bad kids mmkkaayy?

Last one ive promised my self i would stop

And this bullshit and repugnant habit i will drop

My pride and dignity my youth it robbed

I no longer recognize the man that i am

Injecting the toxins while my body rejects

My mind is in bliss but still i disrespect

My self for succumbing to this faulty life

I once had dreams of a proper job, a good wife

I wonder if i still have chance to redeem

The years ive lost and ties ive severed

If I am to relive the countless hours ive lost

Popping and smoking fucking pills and some crack

I would have done things so differently

Would have chose a different track

If I could turn back time

Just have my old life back

Dota 2 solo ranking

Illusion or a spectre,

I wouldnt know

Inside it festers

Larger it grows

Plagued and cursed my soul it ravaged

A savage, a mongrel, a retard im called

A cyka, a blyat, those strangers grow bold

Degrading my play style trash talking my mom

Pride and integrity it only matters to some

But through all those assholes past all the feeding and crying

I hang on and pull through but inside im.dying

Blinking from neutrals to another neutral i farm

Stacking each minute its all part of the flow

Still my teamsmates they wonder my plans

They tell me stop farming were losing so bad

“Chill mate i got this im antimage ill carry”

But their only response is “Your parents ill bury”

Fuck is wrong with those children i ponder

Those kids to them ill never grow fonder

Rush to my manta to my basher and heart

Now that im farmed its time for my part

They push us through mid they got weaver and pudge

My teammates are pinging, i needed a nudge

I blink in i ambush and kill off their nuker

Weaver is squishy but damn he can run

wont be a problem cause I have a stun

In seconds i vanquished two of their team

While my team lies weak their moral fractured

I gave new hope a chance to win this

They saw my mettle my brawns my might

They realized that maybe,just maybe im right

They join in to help me, to aid me in battle

Only three are left our victory assured

But i had no need for their intervention

I had my focus channeled my attention

To wiping their team dispose of whats left

Soon ill be done a load off my chest

Windranger escaping while puck fights back

But little of a challenge slim his chances

Swift was his death with one hit he cracked

Pudge was easy was killed by four

One thing this team had been good for

With haste I pushed took down their barracks

Their ancient defenceless they had no buybacks

And in 40 mins the game was over

Ez rank ez +25