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Slumped over the grand piano, the wounded man watched me The notorious assassin His blue blood, thick as mustard, spread around him like a moat From my weapon smoke arose No remorse, no guilt, no sorrow Wretched, and corrupt this man was

The green, nightmarish abyss. My adversary's lair. Our final battle. Andross. Unmatched in evil and hatred. Plaguing the galaxy with grief. His deep, hideous voice penetrates me. Telling of my fathers betrayal. My ship: aflame as a phoenix. Sirens and warnings fill my ear. Bright, glowing beams from the cannons of the Arwing engulf Andross. He is nearing his end. Explosions. Chaos. I am victorious. But he returns. His true form: a brain and two evil eyes. Still firing, my cannon fire endlessly rips into him. He falls to the abyss.

Upon its release in 2003 Call of Duty has been the game for me. With its top of the line graphics, and silky smooth gameplay, I cant stop playing, even for a day. But then Battlefield, a formidable foe. Intense and graphic real war players would know. 64 person multiplayer, and weapons galore Anyone who played would want more and more. Both games amazing, truly works of art, but Call of Duty has a place in my heart.

Its me alone, my team is dead. I must be careful, or take one in the head. Pop pop pop. The sound of gunfire to destroy the enemy is my only desire. Scattered and scared, just 2 remain. With determination, victory I will attain. One sits alone, I use a melee attack, and I thrust my knife into his back. 1v1. Better man survives. I know it will be me for I've taken many lives. I open fire but my foe evades, only to stumble into a frag grenade.

You must be ruthless To forgive is to suffer Vengeance comes swiftly Let your anger fuel you Its the dark side of the force

Puffing, whistling, churning. The locomotive train. Marvelous feat of man, overcome with awe is me. The great metal masterpiece pushing through the rain. Across bridges, over hills and down by the sea.

Click-clack click-clack, loading shells for the Gnasher attack. 2 on my left, 1 to my right, 1 dashing away and out of sight. Overwhelmed and outgunned, Pop! By a grenade I am stunned. Zip zip. Bullets fly by me, I look up. Im at an enemies feet. Poetry is decent, except for odes, The enemies stomps, and my head explodes.

Cool breeze carries me, I'm sifting through the soft sand The waves on my skin

Roses are red, violets are blue I have Alzheimers Roses are red, violets are blue.

The happiest time of them all, Is Christmas when the snow falls. Christmas comes but once a year, and when it does, it brings great cheer.

Poetry, poetry, The worst thing there is, baa ba-ba baa ba-biz biz biz Poetry makes me babble like a fool, I'm only writing because I must for school.

I have offended you, and hurt your soft, girly feelings, And caused a stir. Forgive me but you may submit a hurt feelings report.

My name is Commander Shepard. The Alliance, I serve. Peace and democracy are what we preserve. From mercenary thugs to mutated bugs, And the sinister creatures that are the Reapers.

(Call of Duty This is to say poem) I "stole" the kill that belonged to you perhaps you longed for that +50xp Forgive me, but with the 50 xp, I leveled up.

(A doggeral about 2 lawyers) There were once 2 lawyers, the best of friends. The lawyer said to the other lawyer: "We are both lawyers."