Langrel
Luna nos custodit
 
 
“The Equestrian Wasteland demands sacrifices. It makes you whittle away bits of yourself until you can’t recognize you anymore. So you find a virtue. You find something in yourself that you believe in, that you do not compromise."


"That isn't paint, Blackjack".

"I am not trying to be annoying!"

"What a way to get leave, what a way to get leave..."

"Sometimes we all just need to be shown a little kindness"

"For you, the war is over."


Favourite games: Battlefield 1, Battlefield 3, Battlefield 4, Chivalry: Medieval Warfare, Call of Duty MW2 (oh the days), Spiral Knights </3, PAYDAY 2, 4x4 Evolution 2.





The Pony by Somber

Pony, Pony, rage resound
In the stable underground,
What immortal horn or hoof
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what fallen city or land
Did your spirit break so grand?
How much pain did you endure
To protect and life secure?

And what friends and what love
Could lift your heart up above?
And when your tears began to fall,
What dread sorrow held you in thrall?

What the shotgun? What the flame?
In what torment birth your shame?
That the rifle? What dread eye
Guides your bullets as they fly?

When your guns and pistols roar
And promise doom and death in store
Do you smile, your work to see?
Do you kill, to be set free?

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The Kiss by Siegfried Sassoon

To these I turn, in these I trust—
Brother Lead and Sister Steel.
To his blind power I make appeal,
I guard her beauty clean from rust.

He spins and burns and loves the air,
And splits a skull to win my praise;
But up the nobly marching days
She glitters naked, cold and fair.

Sweet Sister, grant your soldier this:
That in good fury he may feel
The body where he sets his heel
Quail from your downward darting kiss.

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In Flanders Fields by John Mccrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

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Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.





























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Langrel Aug 27, 2018 @ 2:42pm 
:TheseEyesL::TheseEyesR:
David Leatherhuff Aug 27, 2018 @ 8:40am 
I spots a Fallout Equestria on the horizon :sans:
AldoRaine64 Mar 20, 2018 @ 10:19pm 
+Rep really good friend i'd def smash
General Pon3 Feb 28, 2018 @ 5:56am 
Eya waddup
tsd Dec 24, 2017 @ 12:55pm 
Merry Christmas!
tsd Nov 19, 2017 @ 5:54am 
poni league