Tales of the Falls
I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!
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imperialwar1234: Uh, yeah...no. I DON'T do vore...ever.
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AN: dose anyone have any recommendations for songs for gravity falls / christian song-fics? (or at least christian like?)
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An old Ford Pines rocked on his chair...looked over the long abandoned Gravity Falls...and sighed as he reminisced over 'better times'...
Did you hear of the city on the hill
Said one old man to the other
It once shined bright, and it would be shining still
But they all started turning on each other
"I'm done with you." Said Sixer to a crying Crescent moon as he left...for good...
You see the poets thought the dancers were shallow
"Why can't you ever take anything seriously?!" Shouted Pine Tree to an equally annoyed Shooting Star...
And the soldiers thought the poets were weak
"Give it up man...your just too young and weird." Said Ice flatly to a broken heated Pine Tree.
And the elders saw the young ones as foolish
"Not now Kiddo." Said Glasses harshly to his son as he got back to work...
And the rich man never heard the poor man speak
Llama just kept walking past the pleading beggar without a second glance...
But one by one, they ran away
With their made up minds to leave it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the City on the Hill, the City on the Hill
Each one thought that they knew better
But they were different by design
Instead of standing strong together
They let their differences divide
And one by one, they ran away
With their made up minds to leave it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the City on the Hill, the City on the Hill
And the world is searching still
But it was the rhythm of the dancers
That gave the poets life
Pine Tree smiled as Shooting Star gave him a valentine...
It was the spirit of the poets
That gave the soldiers strength to fight
Pine Tree and Ice laughed as their friend ate a moldy waffle...
It was fire of the young ones
Shooting Star played poker(sorta) with a happy crescent moon...
It was the wisdom of the old
Sixer wrote down numerous things in his journal..with an eager Pine tree helping him when he could...
It was the story of the poor man
That needed to be told
Liama looked at the switch that would let the 'commoners' in...and wondered...
It is the rhythm of the dancers
That gives the poets life
It is the spirit of the poets
That gives the soldiers strength to fight
It is fire of the young ones
It is the wisdom of the old
It is the story of the poor man
That's needing to be told
But one by one we will run away
With our made up minds to leave it all behind
As the light begins to fade in the City on the Hill
One by one will we run away?
With our made up minds to leave it all behind
As the light begins to fade in the City on the Hill
The city on the hill
(Come home)
And the Father's calling still
(Come home)
To the city on the hill
(Come home)
Question Mark looked toward the ghost town that had been his home for most his life..."You were my Waterloo', He said with a sad sigh as he walked away and never looked back...
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TO BE CONTINUED?
AN: The song is 'City on the Hill' by 'Casting Crowns'
AN: Want me to continue this? I'm willing to take Bribes! Publish a chapter of my 'Shake up the Falls' Challenge before anyone else and I'll update the next chapter this plus two other stories!
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