Today is 25 April in NZ and it's a public holiday as it's ANZAC Day which is to commemorate all the armed services who have fought for our country. Particularly those who fought in Gallipoli. If you know any Australians or Kiwis, make sure you wish them a great ANZAC day tomorrow 25/4 in the USA....they'll be very impressed with you
whats sad was that it was store policy and if you didnt say all that shit, you got written up i hated it and would just whisper to the people getting angry 'listen just let me go through the motions in front of my boss' some of them understood
I'm reading this at poetry tonight tomorrow. I go to a Catholic High School
In a Spanish synagogue, Two hunted brothers pray, May God shroud them in the fog, May night never turn to day, May the clergy never find them, Never torture, never burn, Never die in dungeons dim, To satisfy the worms.
Two brothers, two doors: One sacrifice, As the molten steel pours, One succumbed to vice.
When night wilted, withered by dawn Guardsmen broke the temple gates. The two brothers had never gone, Simply kneeled and welcomed Fate. In prisons built on Christian zeal, Both brothers were strapped to racks, With each rotation of a wheel, Ropes would pull apart their backs.
Priests tore the nails from their skin, 'Command heretics to convert. They chose the quieter of the kin: Each wheel's turn dug a foot of dirt. When this brother snapped in half, The other begged the guards to stop: "I renounce the devil's path Christ leads to heaven's mountain top"
Two brothers, two doors One sacrifice As the molten steel pours One succumbed to vice Which succumbed to vice?
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Particularly those who fought in Gallipoli.
If you know any Australians or Kiwis, make sure you wish them a great ANZAC day tomorrow 25/4 in the USA....they'll be very impressed with you
i hated it and would just whisper to the people getting angry 'listen just let me go through the motions in front of my boss'
some of them understood
SIGN ME THE HELL UP!
In a Spanish synagogue,
Two hunted brothers pray,
May God shroud them in the fog,
May night never turn to day,
May the clergy never find them,
Never torture, never burn,
Never die in dungeons dim,
To satisfy the worms.
Two brothers, two doors:
One sacrifice,
As the molten steel pours,
One succumbed to vice.
When night wilted, withered by dawn
Guardsmen broke the temple gates.
The two brothers had never gone,
Simply kneeled and welcomed Fate.
In prisons built on Christian zeal,
Both brothers were strapped to racks,
With each rotation of a wheel,
Ropes would pull apart their backs.
Priests tore the nails from their skin,
'Command heretics to convert.
They chose the quieter of the kin:
Each wheel's turn dug a foot of dirt.
When this brother snapped in half,
The other begged the guards to stop:
"I renounce the devil's path
Christ leads to heaven's mountain top"
Two brothers, two doors
One sacrifice
As the molten steel pours
One succumbed to vice
Which succumbed to vice?
Shit's gonna be so cash.