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100APC#15 Furious Chuck There are so many comic book villains that are clowns, but not enough heroes. So I made one. He is called Furious C

100APC#15 Furious Chuck There are so many comic book villains that are clowns, but not enough heroes. So I made one. He is called Furious C

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▪︎Vindictive Reincarnation▪︎ I descent from a place utterly surreal Don't stand at my sepulchre and weep For, I am reincarnated with a sinister zeal. Find me as a crawling critter, so creep Amid the voids of your unfathomable fear Don't stand at my sepulchre and weep. Let the atrocities dominate the atmosphere O' assassins, jitter! It's the time to avange Amid the voids of your unfathomable fear. The oar of my lungs is formed of revenge With tinges of evil lurking under my skin O' assassins, jitter! It's the time to avenge. I yearn for the vengeance of my kins I crave to confer you a stabbing twinge With tinges of evil lurking under my skin. I'll suck your gore with the bloody syringe I descent from a place utterly surreal I crave to confer you a stabbing twinge For, I am reincarnated with a sinister zeal. For a better read : ▪︎Vindictive Reincarnation▪︎ I descent from a place utterly surreal Don't stand at my sepulchre and weep For, I am rei

▪︎Vindictive Reincarnation▪︎ I descent from a place utterly surreal Don't stand at my sepulchre and weep For, I am reincarnated with a sinister zeal. Find me as a crawling critter, so creep Amid the voids of your unfathomable fear Don't stand at my sepulchre and weep. Let the atrocities dominate the atmosphere O' assassins, jitter! It's the time to avange Amid the voids of your unfathomable fear. The oar of my lungs is formed of revenge With tinges of evil lurking under my skin O' assassins, jitter! It's the time to avenge. I yearn for the vengeance of my kins I crave to confer you a stabbing twinge With tinges of evil lurking under my skin. I'll suck your gore with the bloody syringe I descent from a place utterly surreal I crave to confer you a stabbing twinge For, I am reincarnated with a sinister zeal. For a better read : ▪︎Vindictive Reincarnation▪︎ I descent from a place utterly surreal Don't stand at my sepulchre and weep For, I am rei

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Who the hell do you think you are playing God,Assad? Between you,Putin,Iran leadership,North Korea& President Trump people don't stand a chance ofescape from your cold-hearted assassins!Those beautiful women babies,&young men you killed! I don't care what you think"NO GOD"would kill his children with such awful poisons!One of these days all you leaders will pay for not appreciating your constituencies..you know the people who voted you in,who let you stay,& pay your salary!You all have got some hard lessons to learn,about love,kindness and humanity!You & your regimes God will catch up with sending you all straight to hell!Your chemical weapons of war,your dictatorships,the people have to take orders an live the way you all say!Yes one day you all will see, God(no matter which one we worship)will grow tired of you an Satan's destruction,an send you all to hell for the sorrow you put his children through Until then good,faithful,honest,hard working,loving families will keep looking for an escape from all of you evil leaders running over & killing your people,getting your way for your own personal gain! Who the hell do you think you are playing God,Assad? Between you,Putin,Iran leadership,North Korea& President Trump people don't stand a cha

Who the hell do you think you are playing God,Assad? Between you,Putin,Iran leadership,North Korea& President Trump people don't stand a chance ofescape from your cold-hearted assassins!Those beautiful women babies,&young men you killed! I don't care what you think"NO GOD"would kill his children with such awful poisons!One of these days all you leaders will pay for not appreciating your constituencies..you know the people who voted you in,who let you stay,& pay your salary!You all have got some hard lessons to learn,about love,kindness and humanity!You & your regimes God will catch up with sending you all straight to hell!Your chemical weapons of war,your dictatorships,the people have to take orders an live the way you all say!Yes one day you all will see, God(no matter which one we worship)will grow tired of you an Satan's destruction,an send you all to hell for the sorrow you put his children through Until then good,faithful,honest,hard working,loving families will keep looking for an escape from all of you evil leaders running over & killing your people,getting your way for your own personal gain! Who the hell do you think you are playing God,Assad? Between you,Putin,Iran leadership,North Korea& President Trump people don't stand a cha

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-124 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LOVE WINS My love! translation is a difficult art. How can I translate your love, emotions and feelings to a language understood by the assassins of love. Neither they loved anyone nor do they understand love, its language and chemistry. They drag love to the mundane and tell me to tie the nuptial knot with someone else. How can I tell them love happens once and I am in love with you. How can I let them understand and fathom the beauty and intensity of our love? How can I let them know what you mean to me, convince them I am just a body and you are the soul inside and when the soul leaves, the body dies. I don't think, I need to clarify anything to anyone. Our love stands above everything, not subject to anyone's whims and caprice. Love wins and our love will win. Heaven may fall, the ocean may dry, but we will never allow our love to concede. Over the years love has been crucified, lovers were made to part to meet in another world. We are unlike our predecessors, will make our love a reality before the nose of the enemies of love. Now the murderers of love have come in a different guise. In every age, those who are in love are made scapegoats, this time we will never let them do so. Love asserts and when it asserts, nothing can hold it back. Mountains and oceans may come in between but love will let them subside. They say you are perfectly wrong for me. How little do they know about you and I will prove and let them accept beyond doubt, for me, no one is as good and as perfect as you. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved. #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-124 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LOVE WINS My love! translation is a difficult art. How can I translate your love, em

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-124 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LOVE WINS My love! translation is a difficult art. How can I translate your love, emotions and feelings to a language understood by the assassins of love. Neither they loved anyone nor do they understand love, its language and chemistry. They drag love to the mundane and tell me to tie the nuptial knot with someone else. How can I tell them love happens once and I am in love with you. How can I let them understand and fathom the beauty and intensity of our love? How can I let them know what you mean to me, convince them I am just a body and you are the soul inside and when the soul leaves, the body dies. I don't think, I need to clarify anything to anyone. Our love stands above everything, not subject to anyone's whims and caprice. Love wins and our love will win. Heaven may fall, the ocean may dry, but we will never allow our love to concede. Over the years love has been crucified, lovers were made to part to meet in another world. We are unlike our predecessors, will make our love a reality before the nose of the enemies of love. Now the murderers of love have come in a different guise. In every age, those who are in love are made scapegoats, this time we will never let them do so. Love asserts and when it asserts, nothing can hold it back. Mountains and oceans may come in between but love will let them subside. They say you are perfectly wrong for me. How little do they know about you and I will prove and let them accept beyond doubt, for me, no one is as good and as perfect as you. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved. #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-124 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LOVE WINS My love! translation is a difficult art. How can I translate your love, em

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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-124 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LOVE WINS My love! translation is a difficult art. How can I translate your love, emotions and feelings to a language understood by the assassins of love. Neither they loved anyone nor do they understand love, its language and chemistry. They drag love to the mundane and tell me to tie the nuptial knot with someone else. How can I tell them love happens once and I am in love with you. How can I let them understand and fathom the beauty and intensity of our love? How can I let them know what you mean to me, convince them I am just a body and you are the soul inside. When the soul leaves, the body dies. I don't think, I need to clarify anything to anyone. Our love stands above everything, not subject to anyone's whims and caprice. Love wins and our love will win. Heaven may fall, the ocean may dry, but we will never allow our love to concede. Over the years love has been crucified, lovers were made to part to meet in another world. We are unlike our predecessors, will make our love a reality before the nose of the enemies of love. Now the murderers of love have come in a different guise. In every age, those who are in love are made scapegoats, this time we will never let them do so. Love asserts and when it asserts, nothing can hold it back. Mountains and oceans may come in between but love will let them subside. They say you are perfectly wrong for me. How little do they know about you and I will prove and let them accept beyond doubt, for me, no one is as good and as perfect as you. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved. #StreetNight SOMETHING I LOOK AT-124 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LOVE WINS My love! translation is a difficult art. How can I translate

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-124 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LOVE WINS My love! translation is a difficult art. How can I translate your love, emotions and feelings to a language understood by the assassins of love. Neither they loved anyone nor do they understand love, its language and chemistry. They drag love to the mundane and tell me to tie the nuptial knot with someone else. How can I tell them love happens once and I am in love with you. How can I let them understand and fathom the beauty and intensity of our love? How can I let them know what you mean to me, convince them I am just a body and you are the soul inside. When the soul leaves, the body dies. I don't think, I need to clarify anything to anyone. Our love stands above everything, not subject to anyone's whims and caprice. Love wins and our love will win. Heaven may fall, the ocean may dry, but we will never allow our love to concede. Over the years love has been crucified, lovers were made to part to meet in another world. We are unlike our predecessors, will make our love a reality before the nose of the enemies of love. Now the murderers of love have come in a different guise. In every age, those who are in love are made scapegoats, this time we will never let them do so. Love asserts and when it asserts, nothing can hold it back. Mountains and oceans may come in between but love will let them subside. They say you are perfectly wrong for me. How little do they know about you and I will prove and let them accept beyond doubt, for me, no one is as good and as perfect as you. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved. #StreetNight SOMETHING I LOOK AT-124 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY LOVE WINS My love! translation is a difficult art. How can I translate

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Heart of a Saint; Life of a Phantom 《Captioned》 I had heard 'Intitution is the whisper of soul' and unexpectedly an era came where my introvert persona thought to apply it on that prevail

Heart of a Saint; Life of a Phantom 《Captioned》 I had heard 'Intitution is the whisper of soul' and unexpectedly an era came where my introvert persona thought to apply it on that prevail