Talow clutched the plans, watching his fellow United Flame and Sword soldiers as they shook their heads and muttered amongst themselves. He saw a few lower their swords and Pistol just to have them raised again after receiving looks from their superiors.
“You don't understand, if we continue the way we are this war will never end! We'll continue fighting with the Bellators until who knows when.” He looked towards Luca who wouldn't make eye contact with him. “You use fuel like it can be dug from the ground instead of traded for at the market. anda don't see that everything is running out atau already has.” He could feel the small vial of liquid he had taken from utama digging into his side.
“Who suddenly made anda the spokesperson for us?” One of the soldiers asked. A few nodded and looked at each other like they didn't know how to make a decision for themselves.
“I...” Talow spoke but was cut off sejak another soldier stepping to the front of the crowd. Raza.
“You speak like anda know all. Like you're perfect and the rest of us are savage animals. Your family used the same things our families did before this all happened. They had automobiles and aeroplanes just like ours. anda say we did all this.” He gestured at everything around them. “That we ruined the world and plunged us into this war. Why don't anda think about yourself, what you've done. What your family did in the Old Age.” Raza stood watching Talow, pure hatred in his eyes. Talow didn't know what to say. It had never struck him that his ancestors were just as guilty as everyone else. He looked at the plans held in is fist, was it worth the risk? Sharing these with those who were already over their heads in war atau who simply didn't care? Talow lowered his gaze and tucked the plans into an inside pocket.
“What do anda want me to say? That I'm as guilty as anda all are? I'll admit it, my family probable used their share of natural resources but we're different. We need to stop where they left off and start over. We need to make a better world that doesn't rely on fossil fuels and destruction.” Talow met the eyes of the soldiers who were looking. Seeing sons, fathers, uncles and friends. All had been torn from themselves to fight in a war that had been going on for generations. Boys not much older then he was, and men old enough to have families of their own. Everyone one of them had the ability to change but none knew how. Talow was telling them how, but were they listening.
Silence fell over them all. Gunshots could be heard in the distance from battles going on deeper in the city and in villages like his own. Talow watched emotions fly across faces, disappearing beneath the scar worn faces hardened sejak fighting for their lives. One solider caught Talow's attention the most. Raza, the ex-Bellator who had tried to kill him during his first few days as a soldier. Raza wasn't looking at the ground like most, atau even at the others; instead he was looking past Talow at the jungle not five feet behind him. His eyes never left the green leaves as his hand went up to his jaw, tapping twice with three fingers. Talow didn't understand what he was doing but that didn't matter. From the foliage, battle cries and gun api, kebakaran broke out as a group of Bellators leap from the jungle and started firing on the UFS. These were met with answering shots and jets of flame as the UFS fought back.
Talow was caught in the menyeberang, cross fire. He dropped to the ground and covered his head, crawling towards the UFS soldiers as the fought against the surprise attack. Nobody knew what was happening except that they were being threatened. Talow found a spot where he could stand and draw his sword, the sound of steel on steel met his ears as others did the same and struck out at the Bellators. Talow swung his blade as another came towards him. The two blades met and sent each holder back a few steps as the battle roared around them. Talow looked up to see his opponent, Raza. He stood tall with api, kebakaran in his eyes.
“But I thought...” Raza caught him off again with another strike.
“You though wrong. Did anda really think I would just run away from battle, run from the chance to slice apart the UFS? Ha! All we needed was to get anda into one place where we could plan an ambush. I told anda about his alley and anda took it.” Raza laughed as he slit the sleeve from Talow's arm exposing his UFS brand, now a thin line ran through it as blood created a scarlet ribbon down his arm. Talow felt used. He had trusted Raza and put his life in his hands. He had saved him from execution and this was how he was re-payed! Talow felt fury building up inside him as the sword in his hands took on a life of its own. He slashed at Raza, giving him a matching scar down his arm and a hilt to the jaw. Raza held a hand to his jaw as he blocked Talow's blade. He was the better fighter having done this for years and Talow was an easy opponent. Talow could feel the muscles in his arm straining as he lunged and shielded himself. He caught a glimpse of some of the boys from battalion V35 fighting to his left against a crew of Bellators much older and lebih experienced then them. He could already see bodies piling up with bullets torn through them and burns marking the flesh. The past little while felt like a dream; being recruited, joining forces with Luca and fighting with these boys who felt like family. All of this was being taken away from him and there was nothing he could do about it except fight.
“You don't understand, if we continue the way we are this war will never end! We'll continue fighting with the Bellators until who knows when.” He looked towards Luca who wouldn't make eye contact with him. “You use fuel like it can be dug from the ground instead of traded for at the market. anda don't see that everything is running out atau already has.” He could feel the small vial of liquid he had taken from utama digging into his side.
“Who suddenly made anda the spokesperson for us?” One of the soldiers asked. A few nodded and looked at each other like they didn't know how to make a decision for themselves.
“I...” Talow spoke but was cut off sejak another soldier stepping to the front of the crowd. Raza.
“You speak like anda know all. Like you're perfect and the rest of us are savage animals. Your family used the same things our families did before this all happened. They had automobiles and aeroplanes just like ours. anda say we did all this.” He gestured at everything around them. “That we ruined the world and plunged us into this war. Why don't anda think about yourself, what you've done. What your family did in the Old Age.” Raza stood watching Talow, pure hatred in his eyes. Talow didn't know what to say. It had never struck him that his ancestors were just as guilty as everyone else. He looked at the plans held in is fist, was it worth the risk? Sharing these with those who were already over their heads in war atau who simply didn't care? Talow lowered his gaze and tucked the plans into an inside pocket.
“What do anda want me to say? That I'm as guilty as anda all are? I'll admit it, my family probable used their share of natural resources but we're different. We need to stop where they left off and start over. We need to make a better world that doesn't rely on fossil fuels and destruction.” Talow met the eyes of the soldiers who were looking. Seeing sons, fathers, uncles and friends. All had been torn from themselves to fight in a war that had been going on for generations. Boys not much older then he was, and men old enough to have families of their own. Everyone one of them had the ability to change but none knew how. Talow was telling them how, but were they listening.
Silence fell over them all. Gunshots could be heard in the distance from battles going on deeper in the city and in villages like his own. Talow watched emotions fly across faces, disappearing beneath the scar worn faces hardened sejak fighting for their lives. One solider caught Talow's attention the most. Raza, the ex-Bellator who had tried to kill him during his first few days as a soldier. Raza wasn't looking at the ground like most, atau even at the others; instead he was looking past Talow at the jungle not five feet behind him. His eyes never left the green leaves as his hand went up to his jaw, tapping twice with three fingers. Talow didn't understand what he was doing but that didn't matter. From the foliage, battle cries and gun api, kebakaran broke out as a group of Bellators leap from the jungle and started firing on the UFS. These were met with answering shots and jets of flame as the UFS fought back.
Talow was caught in the menyeberang, cross fire. He dropped to the ground and covered his head, crawling towards the UFS soldiers as the fought against the surprise attack. Nobody knew what was happening except that they were being threatened. Talow found a spot where he could stand and draw his sword, the sound of steel on steel met his ears as others did the same and struck out at the Bellators. Talow swung his blade as another came towards him. The two blades met and sent each holder back a few steps as the battle roared around them. Talow looked up to see his opponent, Raza. He stood tall with api, kebakaran in his eyes.
“But I thought...” Raza caught him off again with another strike.
“You though wrong. Did anda really think I would just run away from battle, run from the chance to slice apart the UFS? Ha! All we needed was to get anda into one place where we could plan an ambush. I told anda about his alley and anda took it.” Raza laughed as he slit the sleeve from Talow's arm exposing his UFS brand, now a thin line ran through it as blood created a scarlet ribbon down his arm. Talow felt used. He had trusted Raza and put his life in his hands. He had saved him from execution and this was how he was re-payed! Talow felt fury building up inside him as the sword in his hands took on a life of its own. He slashed at Raza, giving him a matching scar down his arm and a hilt to the jaw. Raza held a hand to his jaw as he blocked Talow's blade. He was the better fighter having done this for years and Talow was an easy opponent. Talow could feel the muscles in his arm straining as he lunged and shielded himself. He caught a glimpse of some of the boys from battalion V35 fighting to his left against a crew of Bellators much older and lebih experienced then them. He could already see bodies piling up with bullets torn through them and burns marking the flesh. The past little while felt like a dream; being recruited, joining forces with Luca and fighting with these boys who felt like family. All of this was being taken away from him and there was nothing he could do about it except fight.
Ya tell me,
Don't dance, don't dance,
Just stay inside and never go out
And scold me
All hari long, all hari long
What makes anda think you're so damn awesome?
Don't ya know we have a life too, too?
We'd be sittin in watching TV
And I don't think anda want that either
So what the heck can we do?
We're not just mindless robots with nothing else to do
We don't have time for homework
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun
We have a life, no time for homework
We can go ahead and play flag football
But I'm not goin inside
Why do anda act like
There's nothin else better than
Doin homework all night long
I bet anda never liked that when anda were young
We've been playin outside
Now it's time to kick in and relax
No lebih time for homework, just sit back and do the things I Cinta to do
Cuz I gotta enjoy my life when I'm young.
Don't dance, don't dance,
Just stay inside and never go out
And scold me
All hari long, all hari long
What makes anda think you're so damn awesome?
Don't ya know we have a life too, too?
We'd be sittin in watching TV
And I don't think anda want that either
So what the heck can we do?
We're not just mindless robots with nothing else to do
We don't have time for homework
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun
We have a life, no time for homework
We can go ahead and play flag football
But I'm not goin inside
Why do anda act like
There's nothin else better than
Doin homework all night long
I bet anda never liked that when anda were young
We've been playin outside
Now it's time to kick in and relax
No lebih time for homework, just sit back and do the things I Cinta to do
Cuz I gotta enjoy my life when I'm young.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't hayun, swing me sejak my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if anda destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't hayun, swing me sejak my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if anda destroy me.
No matter how much anda wish for lebih it happens like the jam glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test sejak our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test sejak our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in Cinta with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in Cinta with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover