They told me not to look,
But I always do.
I can't help it you know?
Their eyes are so beautiful...
Each one shines with a colour from the rainbow.
Some are green, some are blue.
You might even find a set of gold amongst the lot.
Some of them shine like pearls,
Others twinkle like stars in the sky.
Each one holds a fragile soul,
Each one has its own sense of depth.
And so, I always end up looking into their eyes...
Right before I blink mine and I firmly squeeze the trigger...
Bang...
How Da WarBoss Stole Christmas by GregorytheImpaler, literature
Literature
How Da WarBoss Stole Christmas
All da grots down in Grot-ville liked Christmas a lot. But da Boss who lived just north of Grot-ville did not. Da boss HATED Christmas, da whole Christmas season, please don't ask why, noone quite knows da reason. It could be his Flash wasn't screwed on just right. It could be, perhaps, dat his bootz was too tight. But I t'ink dat da most likely reason of all, may have been dat his heart was two sizes too small.
But, whatever da reason, his heart or his bootz, he stood 'dere on Christmas Eve, hatin' dem foolz. Staring down from his Ork Hold wit' a sour Orky frown, at dem warmly lit torches below in 'deir town. For he knew every Grot down in