My Name is Anthony.
This moment. I felt true sorrow for the sins of humanity against the quite ones, the protectors ….
Look in your heart. You know of whom I speak..,
As I walked home in the wet cold rain battling the winds of the Atlantic as it pounded wave after wave of water pellets on the Manhattan sound like a hord of kill bots I grasped my savior as if he were a beacon of light that that shot threw the night. He was the only thing protecting me from the treacherous rage of pound smashing fuck storming rain fall.
He bent, he tore, his head fall off. I grasped him and pushed forward. Never have I seen such bravery and such sacrifice. Why was he protecting me? Why ?? Why ? Why should such a sinless creature protect me? I’m nearly a man who is imperfect and I should be protecting a creature as pure and giving as a
UMBRELLA. OH UMBRELLA, YOU SERVE ME BUT YOUR COURAGE HAS INSPIRED ME TO WEEP FOR YOUR FRIENDS YOU FAMILY
ARE FALLEN SOLDIERS!!!
Pictures from the battle ground , Manhattan. NY. 12.11.08 6K8G.
(Warning: graphic content. This may be hard for you to take)
A beacon of light..
Boys ready for battle in boot camp
A horrible scene. I get sick looking at this. God .. the humanity
THY pain est taketh thea away. for nothing lies in life but death.
I had to put him out of his misery for his metaleth claws were broken and death was soon to come. Do not weep for him for he is umberla and shall love in the umbrella holder of thy carriage keeper with the beach umberrals of fy mo mee
One of the most disgusting things i have ever seen. Look closley. Thrown away like trash with there little button pop up heads sticking out