“Unlucky”

All of a sudden he knows he’s hit
Like a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The inevitable eruption he’s so afraid of
Spun from a hate he was supposed to love
That steadfast tremor inside his mind
As the panic shakes his conscious blind
And as the trembles settle realizes too late
He’s an earthquake maker with an unlucky fate

He lay on the floor surrounded in blood
A moment after a blasting thud
The dizziness drowning out the noisy shrieks
Nothing but the sound of his breath and floor creaks
Lazily twitching like a thirsty fish hexed
Frantic of what will happen next
Shark bait at the age of eight
He’s an earthquake maker with an unlucky fate

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1. You go to the hockey hall of fame and see the REAL Wayne Gretzky there, what are the first words to come out of your mouth? (cmon Teal, thats a weak question! do better!)

2. Which NHL player was the least successfull talking to the ladies in high school?

3. Which NHL player got picked on the MOST in high school?

4. Which NHL player would you guess had the latest start to puberty?

5. Which NHL player would most likely answer this question incorrectly
Q: Which weighs lighter, a pound of bricks or a pound of feathers?

6. Which NHL player would be the MOST angered if he got traded to his rival’s team?

7. Which NHL player would be most likely to be the first player to punch Bettman in the face?

8. TBL- HOW MANY DAYS TILL HOCKEY!!!!???

9. What/Who shakes more, a California Earthquake or Bettman during his speeches?

10. Bettman or TROOLS?

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“Unlucky”

All of a sudden he knows he’s hit
Like a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The inevitable eruption he’s so afraid of
Spun from a hate he was supposed to love
That steadfast tremor inside his mind
As the panic shakes his conscious blind
And as the trembles settle realizes too late
He’s an earthquake maker with an unlucky fate

He lay on the floor surrounded in blood
A moment after a blasting thud
The dizziness drowning out the noisy shrieks
Nothing but the sound of his breath and floor creaks
Lazily twitching like a thirsty fish hexed
Frantic of what will happen next
Shark bait at the age of eight
He’s an earthquake maker with an unlucky fate

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“Unlucky”

All of a sudden you know you’re hit
With a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The earthquake you’re so afraid of
Spun from something you were supposed to love
That steadfast tremor inside your mind
Stirring and shaking your brain blind
Only after the trembles settle you realize too late
You’re the earthquake maker with an unlucky fate

You lie on the floor surrounded in blood
Two seconds after the sound of a thud
Your dizziness drowning out her noisy shrieks
Only the sound of your breath and the floor creaks
Moments pass and nothing happens
She comes up behind him and gives him some napkins
It’s just another day in this boy’s world of hate
He’s the earthquake maker with an unlucky fate

Any criticism or thoughts on changes are appreciated

PS: This is thinkbox08 and I’ve obviously changed the way I went with this.

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Please rate this poem 1-100 as harsh as possible and give the most detailed criticism, thanks so much!?
“Son of a Witch”

All in a haste come a flurry of hits
Like a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The expected eruptions cause explosion
Inventing fear from concrete devotion
With constant tremor inside his head
His panic stirs his conscious dead
As the trembles settle, realizes too late
He’s the earthquake maker, dealt unlucky fate

Lying on the floor in his own disgust
A moment after a clashing thrust
The dizziness drowning out her full intent
There’s nothing left but the smell of resent
Lazily twitching like a thirsty sunfish
Hopeless like a puppy near a vacant dish
He’s eight years old and mom’s enemy
The carpet stain was her last memory
Also guess how old I am.

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“The Earthquake Maker”

All in a sudden come a flurry of hits
Like a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The expected eruptions causing explosion
Inventing fear off from concrete devotion
With steadfast tremor inside his head
His panic stirs his conscious dead
And trembles settle, but realizes too late
He’s the earthquake maker, dealt unlucky fate

Lying on the floor in his own disgust
A moment after a clashing thrust
The dizziness drowning out her full intent
There’s nothing left but the smell of resent
Lazily twitching like a dried up sunfish
Hopeless like a puppy in an empty food dish
You’re eight years old and mom’s enemy
The carpet stain was her last memory

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“Unlucky”

All of a sudden he knows he’s hit
Like a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The inevitable eruption he’s so afraid of
Spun from a hate he was supposed to love
That steadfast tremor inside his mind
As the panic shakes his conscious blind
And as the trembles settle realizes too late
He’s an earthquake maker with an unlucky fate

He lay on the floor surrounded in blood
A moment after a blasting thud
The dizziness drowning out the noisy shrieks
Nothing but the sound of his breath and floor creaks
Lazily twitching like a thirsty fish hexed
Frantic of what will happen next
Shark bait at the age of eight
He’s an earthquake maker with an unlucky fate

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“Unlucky”

All of a sudden you know you’re hit
With a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The earthquake you’re so afraid of
Spun from something you were supposed to love
That steadfast tremor inside your mind
Stirring and shaking your brain blind
Only after the trembles settle you realize too late
You’re the earthquake maker with an unlucky fate

You lie on the floor surrounded in blood
Two seconds after the sound of a thud
Your dizziness drowning out her noisy shrieks
Only the sound of your breath and the floor creaks
Moments pass and nothing happens
She comes up behind him and gives him some napkins
It’s just another day in this boy’s world of hate
He’s the earthquake maker with an unlucky fate
Any criticism or thoughts on changes are appreciated
PS: This is thinkbox08 and I’ve obviously changed the way I went with this.

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“The Earthquake Magnet”

All of a sudden you know you’re hit
Like a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The inevitable eruption you’re so afraid of
Spins in a hate you were supposed to love
That steadfast tremor inside your head
As the panic shakes your conscious dead
And after the trembles settle you realize too late
You’re an earthquake magnet dealt unlucky fate

Laying on the floor in your own disgust
A moment after a clashing thrust
The dizziness drowns out the noisy shrieks
Now nothing but the smell of your own stench reeks
Lazily twitching like a dried up sunfish
Hopeless like a puppy in an empty food dish
You’re eight years old and mom’s enemy
A carpet stain her last memory

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“The Earthquake Magnet”

All of a sudden you know you’re hit
Like a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The inevitable eruption you’re so afraid of
Spins in a hate you were supposed to love
That steadfast tremor inside your head
As the panic shakes your conscious dead
And after the trembles settle you realize too late
You’re an earthquake magnet dealt unlucky fate

Laying on the floor in your own disgust
A moment after a clashing thrust
The dizziness drowns out the noisy shrieks
Now nothing but the smell of your own stench reeks
Lazily twitching like a dried up sunfish
Hopeless like a puppy in an empty food dish
You’re eight years old and mom’s enemy
A carpet stain her last memory

-thinkbox08
Still not completely done so give your advice for improvement thanks!

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“Son of a Witch”

All in a haste come a flurry of hits
Like a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The expected eruptions cause explosion
Inventing fear from concrete devotion
With constant tremor inside his head
His panic stirs his conscious dead
As the trembles settle, realizes too late
He’s the earthquake maker, dealt unlucky fate

Lying on the floor in his own disgust
A moment after a clashing thrust
The dizziness drowning out her full intent
There’s nothing left but the smell of resent
Lazily twitching like a thirsty sunfish
Hopeless like a puppy near a vacant dish
He’s eight years old and mom’s enemy
The carpet stain was her last memory

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“Unlucky”

All of a sudden he knows he’s hit
Like a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The inevitable eruption he’s so afraid of
Spun from a hate he was supposed to love
That steadfast tremor inside his mind
As the panic shakes his conscious blind
And as the trembles settle realizes too late
He’s an earthquake maker with an unlucky fate

He lay on the floor surrounded in blood
A moment after a blasting thud
The dizziness drowning out the noisy shrieks
Nothing but the sound of his breath and floor creaks
Lazily twitching like a thirsty fish hexed
Frantic of what will happen next
Shark bait at the age of eight
He’s an earthquake maker with an unlucky fate

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“Son of a Witch”

All in a haste come a flurry of hits
Like a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The expected eruptions cause explosion
Inventing fear from concrete devotion
With constant tremor inside his head
His panic stirs his conscious dead
As the trembles settle, realizes too late
He’s the earthquake maker, dealt unlucky fate

Lying on the floor in his own disgust
A moment after a clashing thrust
The dizziness drowning out her full intent
There’s nothing left but the smell of resent
Lazily twitching like a thirsty sunfish
Hopeless like a puppy near a vacant dish
He’s eight years old and mom’s enemy
The carpet stain was her last memory

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“Son of a Witch”

All in a haste come a flurry of hits
Like a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The expected eruptions causing explosion
Inventing fear from concrete devotion
With constant tremor inside his head
His panic stirs his conscious dead
As the trembles settle, realizes too late
He’s the earthquake maker, dealt unlucky fate

Lying on the floor in his own disgust
A moment after a clashing thrust
The dizziness drowning out her full intent
There’s nothing left but the smell of resent
Lazily twitching like a thirsty sunfish
Hopeless like a puppy near an empty dish
He’s eight years old and mom’s enemy
The carpet stain was her last memory

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“The Earthquake Magnet”

All of a sudden you know you’re hit
Like a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The inevitable eruption you’re so afraid of
Spins in a hate you were supposed to love
That steadfast tremor inside your head
As the panic shakes your conscious dead
And after the trembles settle you realize too late
You’re an earthquake magnet dealt unlucky fate

Laying on the floor in your own disgust
A moment after a clashing thrust
The dizziness drowns out the noisy shrieks
Now nothing but the smell of your own stench reeks
Lazily twitching like a dried up sunfish
Hopeless like a puppy in an empty food dish
You’re eight years old and mom’s enemy
A carpet stain her last memory

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“The Earthquake Maker”

All in a sudden come a flurry of hits
Like a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The expected eruptions causing explosion
Inventing fear off from concrete devotion
With steadfast tremor inside his head
His panic stirs his conscious dead
After trembles settle he realizes too late
An earthquake maker dealt unlucky fate

Lying on the floor in his own disgust
A moment after a clashing thrust
The dizziness drowning out her full intent
There’s nothing left but the smell of resent
Lazily twitching like a dried up sunfish
Hopeless like a puppy in an empty food dish
You’re eight years old and mom’s enemy
The carpet stain was her last memory
probably over your heads, lol.

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“The Earthquake Magnet”

All of a sudden you know you’re hit
Like a pile of falling pissed off bricks
The inevitable eruption you’re so afraid of
Spins in a hate you were supposed to love
That steadfast tremor inside your head
As the panic shakes your conscious dead
And after the trembles settle you realize too late
You’re an earthquake magnet dealt unlucky fate

Laying on the floor in your own disgust
A moment after a clashing thrust
The dizziness drowns out the noisy shrieks
Now nothing but the smell of your own stench reeks
Lazily twitching like a dried up sunfish
Hopeless like a puppy in an empty food dish
You’re eight years old and mom’s enemy
A carpet stain her last memory

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If one believes that a living cell can come into existence by coincidence, then there is nothing to prevent one from believing a similar story that we will relate below. It is the story of a town:
One day, a lump of clay, pressed between the rocks in a barren land, becomes wet after it rains. The wet clay dries and hardens when the sun rises, and takes on a stiff, resistant form. Afterwards, these rocks, which also served as a mould, are somehow smashed into pieces, and then a neat, well shaped, and strong brick appears. This brick waits under the same natural conditions for years for a similar brick to be formed. This goes on until hundreds and thousands of the same bricks have been formed in the same place. However, by chance, none of the bricks that were previously formed are damaged. Although exposed to storm, rain, wind, scorching sun, and freezing cold for thousands of years, the bricks do not crack, break up, or get dragged away, but wait there in the same place with the same determination for other bricks to form.
When the number of bricks is adequate, they erect a building by being arranged sideways and on top of each other, having been randomly dragged along by the effects of natural conditions such as winds, storms, or tornadoes. Meanwhile, materials such as cement or soil mixtures form under "natural conditions", with perfect timing, and creep between the bricks to clamp them to each other. While all this is happening, iron ore under the ground is shaped under "natural conditions" and lays the foundations of a building that is to be formed with these bricks. At the end of this process, a complete building rises with all its materials, carpentry, and installations intact.
Of course, a building does not only consist of foundations, bricks, and cement. How, then, are the other missing materials to be obtained? The answer is simple: all kinds of materials that are needed for the construction of the building exist in the earth on which it is erected. Silicon for the glass, copper for the electric cables, iron for the columns, beams, water pipes, etc. all exist under the ground in abundant quantities. It takes only the skill of "natural conditions" to shape and place these materials inside the building. All the installations, carpentry, and accessories are placed among the bricks with the help of the blowing wind, rain, and earthquakes. Everything has gone so well that the bricks are arranged so as to leave the necessary window spaces as if they knew that something called glass would be formed later on by natural conditions. Moreover, they have not forgotten to leave some space to allow the installation of water, electricity and heating systems, which are also later to be formed by coincidence. Everything has gone so well that "coincidences" and "natural conditions" produce a perfect design.
If you have managed to sustain your belief in this story so far, then you should have no trouble surmising how the town’s other buildings, plants, highways, sidewalks, substructures, communications, and transportation systems came about. If you possess technical knowledge and are fairly conversant with the subject, you can even write an extremely "scientific" book of a few volumes stating your theories about "the evolutionary process of a sewage system and its uniformity with the present structures". You may well be honoured with academic awards for your clever studies, and may consider yourself a genius, shedding light on the nature of humanity.
The theory of evolution, which claims that life came into existence by chance, is no less absurd than our story, for, with all its operational systems, and systems of communication, transportation and management, a cell is no less complex than a city.

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