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OH, GOD DAMMIT.

Soccer is one of those things I should get into, maybe, I dunno. It seems so important on the world stage.

Back during my summer E class, whenever we'd play, I'd make a habit of atleast once a game kicking the ball from one end of the gymnasium into the goal on the other side... Is this legal in real soccer? Everyone wanted to be on the ball ninja's team.

Of course, I can't run, because I have hypersensitive airways, and my school and area were/are like mold infested.

Gotta love that forest.

World Cup's the best time to get into the sport.

In fact, that gives me an idea.

I went on How Many of Me.com and found out that at least 115 people with dumbledore as their last name.

That sounds like a neat idea.

I'm not sure I could commit to watching that much soccer, though.

I was raised in a baseball loving household, and I'm still like, "eh"

Translucent waves against the shore
The heavy pain close to her heart
The kindred child, water through her veins,
Gazes to the ocean with silver eyes.
She thought back to the day of birth,
Upon a summer’s day,
Nary one millennia since that fateful day
Oh, how so much has not changed.

The warships treaded through her seas
Enveloped in crusades
From Atlantica to the sacred seas
They carried tools of war.
The crescent folk, the men of cross
Waged war near holy shores
She watched and prayed for the brave and young
Who fell into her embrace.

Listen now, ye callous ones
Can you hear the sound of her tears?
Our actions cause her so much grief
The end of life is what she fears.
The Neptune child reflects our mistakes
Of how far we’ve fallen
See it now, with open hearts
See the folly of man.

We forged new works of steel and flame
The “Revolution” it was named.
The smoke poured out to crimson skies
And choked up our beloved child.
The blackness of the carbon burns
And fills her crystal lungs.
Her children try and adapt to change
But in the end they fall.

Listen now, ye callous ones
Can you hear the sound of her tears?
Our actions cause her so much grief
The end of life, what she fears
The Neptune child reflects our mistakes
Of how far we’ve fallen
See it now, with open hearts
See the folly of man.

We rolled to the century of twenty.
With it came more mistakes
Blackened skies and tainted waters
Invading her domain.
The chemicals infect her body
Turning crystal to black fog
The shells of all her children fall
And she’s drawing her last breath.
Taste upon her salt-lined tears
Hear the cries of her searing pain
She’s fading because of our mistakes
Let’s not let her die in vain.

The ocean child, oh how she cries
In agony as she dies
Follow what some will undertake
To save this beautiful soul

Listen now, ye callous ones
Can you hear the sound of her tears?
Our actions cause her so much grief
The end of life, what she fears.
The Neptune child reflects our mistakes
Of how far we’ve fallen
See it now, with open hearts
See the folly of man.

Yeah, that poem, song, whatever is not quite done.

But I'd just though I'd post it because...what the hell.

That's how I felt at first, too. But I got sucked in pretty quickly. We'll do like a random draw at some point in the Cult, and see how it plays out.