A rhyme(rhyme-royal)

A story a created about traitors.

I am a shooting star.

Now that the politicians have sold us out to become part of a European Superstate, a poem on what England means to me.

Please feel free to leave comments telling me what you think. It would be very much appreciated. Thank you.

This song is one of my most complicated songs. It is quite difficult to understand but it means that we the people of the world are destroying ourselves. We will one day reach the end of our welcome on this planet and it will be destroyed because of all of the things that we have done to destroy this beautiful planet.

This is a short story that I made up I worked on describing the door. I hope that you enjoy it!!!

This is another long story, but a good one. enjoy!

Politically correct despots have well and truly sold their souls.

Doesn’t the title explain it all?