Mitch ifrit is a bitch Posted May 12, 2019 Report Share Posted May 12, 2019 (edited) Old and sick Old and sick, old and sick. My life is over, I feel the light next to me. The knowledge is killing me inside, the birds, the sun, the girls, even the tractor will be gone soon. Closing my eyes, telling my self " Jesus Christ! I won't be able to play arma", only dreaming it in the dark. The knowledge is killing me inside, but I must be strong, live my short time like a king, like a lion, like a warrior! and then... Old and sick, old and sick, it's time to leave. @Mitch (IFRIT) wrote* Edited December 6, 2019 by ron the player YuSheng, WolfLeader, BlackShot and 6 others like this Link to comment
Calle. Posted May 12, 2019 Report Share Posted May 12, 2019 Ur fucking autistic Mitch ifrit is a bitch likes this Link to comment
Smee Posted May 12, 2019 Report Share Posted May 12, 2019 @Mitch (IFRIT) When in doubt WAP it out! Link to comment
Glass of Water Posted May 12, 2019 Report Share Posted May 12, 2019 this is beautiful Link to comment
Sijanec Posted May 12, 2019 Report Share Posted May 12, 2019 What is this young ron is this supposed to rhyme? Link to comment
Batcan Posted May 12, 2019 Report Share Posted May 12, 2019 1 hour ago, Sijanec said: What is this young ron is this supposed to rhyme? it rhymes in his native tongue Link to comment
Mitch (IFRIT) Posted May 13, 2019 Report Share Posted May 13, 2019 5 hours ago, ron the player said: I wrote a toxic reply but decided to hide it. Goodluck ron! Crossfade, Sp0on and Mitch ifrit is a bitch like this Link to comment
Sp0on Posted May 13, 2019 Report Share Posted May 13, 2019 not a badly written poem tbh. keep up the dream! Mitch ifrit is a bitch likes this Link to comment
william Posted May 13, 2019 Report Share Posted May 13, 2019 jewish shakespear Calle. likes this Link to comment
Yung Tommy Posted May 13, 2019 Report Share Posted May 13, 2019 16 hours ago, ron the player said: Old and sick Old and sick, old and sick. My life is over, I feel the light next to me. The knowledge is killing me inside, the birds, the sun, the girls, even the tractor will be gone soon. Closing my eyes, telling my self " Jesus Christ! I won't be able to play arma", only dreaming it in the dark. The knowledge is killing me inside, but I must be strong, live my short time like a king, like a lion, like a warrior! and then... Old and sick, old and sick, it's time to leave. have a long life @Mitch (IFRIT) wrote* This isnt iambic pantameter, I could teach you how to decently write a poem if you would like? Link to comment
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