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How To Save A Life The sphere was glittering beneath them. Steel pipes were chiming, wielding lights were sparkling, the busy droid, machinery, and weaponry was humming. To some extend it was like Nar Shadda—burst with energy, full of life. He once told her that place was vibrant with the Force. She wondered if this place was like that, too. He stood at the edge of the offramp, dark eyes wild but somewhat gentle, full of love, tenderness and unwillingness to part, looked into hers, stared into her soul. “Goodbye, Juno.” He sighed. Surprisingly she was able to hear it with all the commotion around them. He fell backwards,

Batman has Robin. Superman has Supergirl. The Fantastic Four has… Well, each other. So, shouldn’t Day, the time traveler, have an awesome genius scientist friend who can tailor like no one’s business and make her some wick sweet, kick-butt, state-of-the-art, fashionable clothes?  I think so. Meet Hal.  Well, Haley-Nathaniel Gibbs Jameson III.  Hal, for short.  He’s a genius, and that’s no exaggeration. Unlike me, Hal was able to skip two grades and complete high school on the three-year program, taking AP classes and taking dual enrollment.  He graduated with high

Hell has got a little girl, They keep her on display, They watch her comb her dolly's hair, The demons watch her play. Hell has got a little girl, She's kept in her glass case, They keep her from fiery hoardes, Keep her from getting raped. Hell has got a little girl, They keep her locked away, With teddies and blankies and snowglobes, All kept there in her place. Hell has got a little girl, Don't ask me what for, The only other thing i know for sure, Is that Heaven's got a whore.

You can keep your Army khaki, You can keep your Navy Blue, I have the world's best fighting man, To introduce to you. His uniform is different, The best you've ever seen. The German's call him "Devil Dog" His real name is "Marine". He was born on Parris Island, The place where God forgot. The sand is eighteen inches deep The sun is blazing hot. He gets up every morning, Before the rising sun. He 'll run a hundred miles and more, Before the day is done. He's deadly with a rifle, A bayonet made of steel. He took the warriors calling card, He's mastered how to kill. And when he gets to heaven, St. Peter he wi

The Marine waited quietly for the judgement of his God, Which must always come to pass, He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass, "Well now you DevilDog, How shall I deal with you?, Have you always turned the other cheek?, To my Church have you been true?," The Marine squared his shoulders and said, "No lord I guess I ain't, Cause those of us who carry guns, Can't always be a saint, I've had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was rough, And sometimes I've been violent, Cause the streets are awfully tough," "But I never took a penny, That wasn't mine to keep, Though I worked alot of overtime, Wh

First there was Plagueis, powerful and deep, He never awoke from his long endless sleep, For his apprentice killed in the night, Swept away, not trace at the sight. Sidious had to hide, in the Senate Hall, Where he would train Sith Lord, Darth Maul. Maul had power, strength, and speed Kill by a Padawan, cut at the knees. Count Dooku was trained by Sidious too, Trained with a red saber, not blue. Slicing the Chosen One's hand was not an easy task, As he was a Jedi back in the past. Killed on a ship high up in space , By the new Sith Lord who arrived with no trace. A duel with Grievous was sure to ensue, As he used sabers of gree