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The Holy Cow - chapters 1-3THE LEGEND OF HOLY COW
Written by Caldoran and Ayla the Raichu
Once upon a time there lived a Holy Cow who lived in MilkMilk Land. Its name was Holy Cow. It would grant any wish. There was also another Holy Cow. It was called Holy Cow 2. Holy Cow 2 got captured by Evil Cow Von Milk. So one day, Mr.Rumbobobo wanted a wish. So he set out for MilkMilk Land which was only reachable by drinking the Holy Cow Brand Holy Milk. So Mr Rumbobobo set out to A-May-Liquor, which sold all kinds of drinks. He had a hard time getting to A-May-Liquor by foot, but by the 3rd Year he finally got there. Then he realised there was an airport. ''God damnit you stupid metal birdeys'' shouted Mr. Rumbobobo, ''I'm not feeding you any more food.''
But he had more important stuff to settle. So he set off to find the shop that sold the Holy Cow Brand Holy Milk. He spent one hour trying to find it. He walked into the shop, and asked, ''How much is the Holy Cow Brand Holy Milk?'' ''Only $10.'' the St
Its a trap!
Theres nowhere to run.
Id fly to escape, but there be great black clouds,
And thunder is booming, ever so loud.
Blocking out the sun.
I would try to swim to safety but the sea would drag me down,
As if waiting for my suffocating,
Forcing me to drown.
I would scramble cross the headland but be smashed against the rocks.
Pulverised, no change to survive,
The crashing sea; it mocks.
Theres no way to escape, nothing I can do,
Except to move on to start fresh and anew.
Let the storm take me, its not all that frightening.
So then I could fly past the flashing of lightning.
No longer harmed by the danger around me,
The battle has been won.
Fooled Yet AgainCrap.
Its a trap.
My teacher outsmarted me.
I wanted to flee, but now Im in poetry.
Im stuck in deep shit,
And thats the end of it.
Oh yes, what a smart and intelligent plan,
Try bribe me with chocolate, do whatever you can.
Stupid dumb jerk,
It aint gonna work.
I should be getting paid for this!
I need a reason to shake my fist.
Lost HopeSo much has happened,
There's been so much pain,
When I think it's all over,
It comes up again.
I sit in this room,
Alone and up late,
And all that I know,
Is sadness and hate.
But this hate is not mine,
It is that of my friends.
They don't know I care,
They claim it's the end.
I try to keep it bottled
Within an air tight jar.
No matter how tight the lid is
It still causes a scar.
It feels like I have reached
The bottom of the slope.
What's the point in living now?
I think I've lost all hope.
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