

ChanceChance (A satire) By Vaughn DanteChance
All Is Lost
The compelling young noble, Chance, sits at his table waiting to be served. The maidservant enters with a complex array of vegetables, fruits and meats previously exposed to be his desires for the day.
Ive made you your favorite! she excitedly exclaims, referring to grapes and bread, attempting to receive ego gratification in his thanks. Merry thanks states our young noble, while gorging himself about the maidservants limitless preparations. The maidservant sinks back into the kitchen, not seen agai


To Cheyenne, my dog.I look in your eyes Sister And trust me I see Your pain and miseryTo Cheyenne, my dog.
I see on your countenance The frightened expression Due to your fear
Of your own misunderstanding
But what should be your only fear Is fear itself, My Dear Its just an emotion That comes to pass like the rest
Sister sister Just like pointless fears come and go So does this storm youre fearing so Calm down, relax Ill hold you close Ill let you know youre safe in my lap


BrokenMisconstrued and broken, I stared in the sky And wondered why The more I descried The worse the world seemed to be.Broken


The right to dieIn a past time This man was Denied the right to dieThe right to die
With imperishable tubes Enveloping his body He tried with all his heart- Frantically- This man fought to lose But to no avail
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In the present time This man is Denied the right to die
He fights and fights And cannot win The right to die
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Maybe in a future time This man will earn What he deserves But as of now And as far as I can see The man will see Much more pain and suffering
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Put on your masks and attack with unified anarchy!
hows your summer going?
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Put on your masks and attack with unified anarchy!
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Ω emoclew ot eht espylacopa ∆
ego sum Kasuma proeliator of obscurum vates of chaos quod pessum ire of fatum
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