PackI may not have muchbut I have something most don'tI have a packa pack of animalsI am the leaderthey all follow methey never disagreebecuase they knowthere in trouble if they dowhen I'm upsetthey cling to methey sleep next to methey come when I callin their own special languagethis is my packand I would die for themthey are more loyalthen anyone I knowand not oncedo they ever judgewe all go for walkswith me infront,2 dogs behind,and 3 cats after that.there is nothing they wont dobecause the love me soand the same goes for mebecause we are a familyWe are a pack
Truthliesso many of themin your text booksthat you teach us throughyou say animals donated their cellsbut that's a lieyou steal themif they chosethey would never allow itthey don't want thisso don't teach uswith your liesdonated meansTo give, to bestow, to presentbut that is not what they doso you can't call it donatingstop filling studenst headswith you liesteach people the truthbecause lies teach nothingI know if my childrenwent to schooland they were taught liesfrom their teachersand thier texbooksI would NOT want themreading it or there with itbecause lies are not truthyou should teach truth!
Peopleyour all dispicablehere you sitin latin 12talking about how tourture is wronghow diffrent tourturesare disgusting or sickbut here's the catchyou talk only of peoplewhat women went throughwhat romans went throughor even in the middle eastbut your so blind to seewhat is going onright here,in your own countryprovince, city or even home!this happens billions times a dayeverywhere in the worldto those much smallerand even much bigger then usthey are the animalsand the tourture we,the humans,put them throughyou say nothingyou become mutewhy do you do this?you all disgust me!There is more to this earth then people
Reallycome with metake a trip and seeall the things I have to show youthat you would never knowyou think you have it badbecause you can't have what you wantor you other half broke up with youwell here is a shock for youof those who have it way worseeven worse then you or meeveryday billions of them are killed,tourtured and beaten more then you would imaginethese creatures who have it so badscream in pain and deathand yet you can not hear thembecause of your deafness to understandbillions of them still dieeach and everydayare still tourted,still beatenand you do nothingwon't even tryjust look away in horrorthen you forgetnow think to yourselfwhile reading this poemwhat is worse?your life or theirsDo you really have it that bad?
Pay Attentionwhy do you this?you just walk byliving you'r happy lifeignore what's really going onyou laugh and jokewhile I try to help yourealise all the cruel thingshappenining out thereso many tourturestesting, entertainment,foods and furwhy wont you pay attentionbecuase soon enough you won't be ableto help themI will be goneso I ask who will help you?and they will already be deador worse, suffering their deathpay attention to mepay attention to themthere dying and sufferingand you sit here happilyand you know nothing of itbecuase you won't pay attentionif I shouted to youwould you listen then?how can I make you listen?or even care about what's going onPlease pay attention!
Physicswhat is this?numbers,angles,equations?this makes no sencewhy do we do this?how did you do that?why is it, that physicsis the only classthat I can not understandI excel in all my sciencesand math is just all rightbut when it comes to physicsmy brain shuts downwhat is law of cosine?why does it work that wayI wnat to understandbut no matter what I dono matter how much I studymy brain just will notcomprehend this coursebut I try to be determinedand I try to stay in classbut all these equationsnumbers, angles, and lawsjust confuse me soonly physics classI don't understand
Ring ToneI think I have finally gone insaneand that you've drove me up a wallbecause I changed your ringeron my phone and nowthat's all I ever hearit rings through my earsover and over and over againmaybe, just maybein my subconsious mindI'm hoping that it's youtexting or calling my phoneeither way it's thereand it won't go awayeven after I've changed my ringerI still hear that songringing and ringinghave I gone completly insane?have you driven me mad?could you drive me to a nuthouse?it's hard to sayring ring ringI wish it would stopall I ever hearand of course it's never youRing, Ring, Ring