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In a Deathly Room, a Rite goes on Highly holy is it, for which People are fixed in a certain rank Nodding their heads once in a while With their eyes closed as if meditating- On the long lasting Lection Addressed by the one at the altar- Priest-like-hosting the Cult There are a few pious believers Opening eyes like dead fishes's With brains displaying their own stories And the time is frozen- Such mind-freezing rituals stagnate like Forever- Then the bell rings-such a Wake-up Call Everyone comes to life, celebrating Liberation From the Hell-like Class P.S. I wrote this one in a class. XD -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 111.243.217.104
amadeus1223:I used to do that! 140.119.172.79 12/31 15:57
spacedunce5:i just sleep. xd 61.228.81.150 12/31 19:12
frolicker:hahaha, i hate boring classes!111.243.214.152 01/01 02:52
frolicker:HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! :)111.243.214.152 01/01 02:53