In each man’s life there is a hopelessness that is as individual as the host themselves. And, while it may be temporarily forgotten with distractions and petty trinkets, there comes a time when the sheer weight of the burden comes crashing down upon you like the waters of a mighty river, and the hopelessness of it all hits you like the very world is crashing down around you. And it is such times that you realize that, well you may want to fight, there, as a true man is nothing you can do but shoulder your burden, hold you head high, and walk the endless road that lies before each of us. But still take comfort in the fact that you do not walk alone, and that in communion there is always others to guild and help you. And well the road is hard and the pain may never truly end in this life, one day we will all be reunited in haven, old friends and new, enemy’s now your brothers, dead ones now living. And the burden will finally drop and the pain will fade, never forgotten but nevermore felt. And the hopelessness will finally depart from us.

A poem for times of hopelessness
James winn

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man armorgames really needs to get a spellcheck button... if i have to use google one more time im going to explode!!!!

and do not take this wrong im not trying to be a jerk im just trying to be frank and for what its worth i thought your comment was artistic and much better then the usual hum bub garbage thet seems to be ever increasing in popularity

i read your comment on justins profile...
1irst "my friend"? i doubt he even read your post and it is not like you have a personal conection with him...just because YOU friendid him does not mean he noes you exist
and 2. if the skill of the "artist" is juged by amont of plays then explain the last stand-dead zone wich SUCKS!!!! but has twice the plays as strike force heroes? hm?

doent get a big head