Watching lives across the globe through filtered green screen missiles probe.They’re flown intently from the free, to kill their foes, for you… not me.I held a rifle, faced the sun, aimed my shots and watched men run.A different type of power unfolds as teenage angst destroys the old.No time to talk or make amends for…
Watching lives across the globe through filtered green screen missiles probe.
They’re flown intently from the free, to kill their foes, for you… not me.
I held a rifle, faced the sun, aimed my shots and watched men run.
A different type of power unfolds as teenage angst destroys the old.
No time to talk or make amends for those with different views defend their lives, their wives, their kids, their homes whilst I came home to pen my poems.
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
Dec247h 
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