What I see They say that a person's eyes act as a window into their soul. I think that's probably true but looking past the disguise is the part that's important. For a window isn't always crystal clear;

Out of Place At the foot of a bleak mountain among the broken rubble strewn in the desolate valley where the sun shining bright warms its face: one small flower doing its best. Reaching ever outwards across

The Giants in the Sea Above all else, fear the giants in the sea. From over the horizon they came, striding over the waves, their shadows muting music, their sneers made of graves. Crimson tides followed,

Hear ye the cry of the irrelevant jury! As time goes by, sinful feelings carry on surely, Violent echoes ring from the bell carrying the verdict Guilty. Listen, dear loved ones, in the street To the clinking

Hello followers! (And other steemians) It has been a while since my last post and I apologize for that. University has started again, and it will be a busy semester. I am starting my fourth year, and so

The Soviet Defense Not long after that game with Abby, The SU borders were pretty much back to normal. Or, as normal as any borders could be in MoW. One day in the SU Chat, I got to talking with a player

What does one say when they are shouting in your face? What can one do when they are blind to the truth of it all? What does one use to dry the tears without a trace? How do you respond when you hear the

Standing on the pedestal of immortality, basking in the admiration of history, the universal dream of the forgotten masses. Oh glory! Why do you hide from the victims? Why do you avoid the ridiculed? Why

Have you ever danced among the seas, Or seen sound stroll on by? Have you ever heard a tale from the colors, Or felt your own shadow? Have you ever swam among the stars, Or drank the light from the sun?

God bless their hearts, those keepers of the secret racism. They are blind to reality strutting about in their own fantasy, explaining their status in life with “good luck and hard work.” They tread on

Oh we people of constant sorrow we stand alone and face it all and the legions of the rotten gather forces to make us fall Through dead of night we lay in bags of ice and shiver as they try to make us

Sit down in front of the monitor, that portal into the world that they don’t want you to see. They mask freedom of information with a flag waving in your face, which tinges the truth with red white and

Taking Root in Permafrost When I arrived in the frozen north, the Soviet Union was just beating back the remnants of a five-faction invasion of its homeland. I don’t remember why this war happened, who

Grime and Dust - Original It’s now a six nation war Enemies to friends, friends to foes It’s nothing the world hasn’t seen before Just another dance to keep you on your toes Back and forth through the

Falseness - Original Behold the shapeless masses, shuffling around without a care. Led in circles by our own assurances, gripping tight to things once known but that are now forgotten. Believing in our

Shapes in the sky, rows upon rows. Stretching from horizon royal blue to the other, fiery orange. Crowning mountains, silhouettes of our imagination they glide over our heads, changing, shifting, becoming

A Lazy Search When I decided to really dump my time into March of War, I decided that I would have to sample all of the factions to see which set of units, playstyle, and community each faction possessed.

I recently finished my third year of University. I live off-campus, and work in the dish-room for one of the cafeterias on campus in order to pay for food, gas, clothes, fun, etc. This naturally doesn't

Rippling flames of red, white, and blue. The cycle must complete in a blaze of glory; the time has come, the debt is due. Re-start the cycle with a death so gory. Weary eyes which cannot see things, no

I looked up once, and saw a painting. An image of eternal beauty, a canvas of blue and white stretching across the horizons. What is this spectacle? I wonder as I gaze up in awe. How has this masterpiece