Purple, sweet, no? Here we go. Inspiration goes to the folks at the Senshi Battle Zone. Enjoy.
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The Sorority
Chapter 3:
Saturn: Can Opener, My Finest Hour.
You gotta believe.
But I know you don't.
This long Silence Glaive
That I wield at my disposal
Can rock your world
Like it never existed.
Or so I thought.
I will never forget
That day when my friend
Took my glaive,
And used it to open a can
Of baked beans
The size of a swimming pool.
I am only sickened by
This development.
And I am not talking about that
Gal with the pink hair, oh no.
I have gotten stronger,
I have gotten smarter.
And now I have someone
Who likes me. I like him.
Still, he can be annoying at times.
I get abrasive when that happens.
It's funny, but I always have the energy
To wave my arms at him
Like Charlie's chickety Chinese chicken
Trotting down a restaurant
On Big Wok Way.
It's bizarre, but it must because
I'm not weak anymore,
In strength, nor in spirit.
But I do remember one situation
when it all turned out into a
quandary.
My pink friend's mom
Was climbing up a ladder
Made of sharp, green thorns.
Any regular person climbing up
That would be impaled
In a flash. Not this girl, though.
Mama Dearest managed to get to the top in
One piece.
All I could do
Was try to delay the harm
On my friend, who was
About to disappear
Into oblivion.
And I did it effectively,
But only for a short time.
See, what you don't know
About this little firefly over here
Is that she has determination
And a sense of belonging.
She isn't afraid to speak her mind,
She becomes a last resort
For the despondent generation,
She used to hang her head down
But now raises her chin up,
She can make a world
Burn and fade away
(At the cost of her life, no less),
And all these point to one reason:
She believes in
Mama Dearest. Everyone does.
Now isn't that a sweet thought?
But stay away from my "can opener."
*******
End Chapter 3
Yo, who's still with me, ne?
********
The Sorority
Chapter 3:
Saturn: Can Opener, My Finest Hour.
You gotta believe.
But I know you don't.
This long Silence Glaive
That I wield at my disposal
Can rock your world
Like it never existed.
Or so I thought.
I will never forget
That day when my friend
Took my glaive,
And used it to open a can
Of baked beans
The size of a swimming pool.
I am only sickened by
This development.
And I am not talking about that
Gal with the pink hair, oh no.
I have gotten stronger,
I have gotten smarter.
And now I have someone
Who likes me. I like him.
Still, he can be annoying at times.
I get abrasive when that happens.
It's funny, but I always have the energy
To wave my arms at him
Like Charlie's chickety Chinese chicken
Trotting down a restaurant
On Big Wok Way.
It's bizarre, but it must because
I'm not weak anymore,
In strength, nor in spirit.
But I do remember one situation
when it all turned out into a
quandary.
My pink friend's mom
Was climbing up a ladder
Made of sharp, green thorns.
Any regular person climbing up
That would be impaled
In a flash. Not this girl, though.
Mama Dearest managed to get to the top in
One piece.
All I could do
Was try to delay the harm
On my friend, who was
About to disappear
Into oblivion.
And I did it effectively,
But only for a short time.
See, what you don't know
About this little firefly over here
Is that she has determination
And a sense of belonging.
She isn't afraid to speak her mind,
She becomes a last resort
For the despondent generation,
She used to hang her head down
But now raises her chin up,
She can make a world
Burn and fade away
(At the cost of her life, no less),
And all these point to one reason:
She believes in
Mama Dearest. Everyone does.
Now isn't that a sweet thought?
But stay away from my "can opener."
*******
End Chapter 3
Yo, who's still with me, ne?