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Ballad Of the Lone WandererThe Ballad of the Lone WandererThe vault, a fortress undergroundIt holds the fate of earthFor from this iron haven comesA hero's quiet birthThe child has promise shown in youthA psyche great and wiseA strength which gathers day to dayAnd rigid will to riseBut something greater beckons fateAwoken by the newsThe hero's father left the vaultAnd so the son pursuesThe chaos then erupted throughThe halls all filled with screamsThe overseer losses ruleThe hero leaves his dreamsThe sunlight blinds nocturnal eyesThe air so strange to tasteThe ragged country lay aheadA welcome to the WastesThe trail soon leads to MegatonA sanctuary strongThe city built around a bombPerhaps not there for longThe Wastes are cold and often harshThe Super mutants ruleSir Eden promises new lifeAnd Three Dog acts the foolThe Wanderer knows but one friendThe Brotherhood of SteelTheir justice halts the flow of fearThough not always idealThe hero ventures through a pathThat leads into th
Lonesome RoadAll roads will lead to home wherethe heart rests away from cloudydays of black & white. Had I ever knownso beautiful this fate, I'd have been a manwith a smile all along, but evidenceis to the contrary, where I am unsatisfieduntil I see that beating heart with my own eyes.I have a rendezvous with my fate,ill or proper, here in reality where myplans to the details are pointless inthe long running marathon, of which Igrow weary at so early a year in my time.I content with the present even past thetwo faced mask of joy and cynicism,as the fear of my future binds that mask to me.Like machines we go in motion, by second by second.Unto the will of the constant conflicts of fate...fate, I laugh, is that fickle thingthat scares the Hell out of me at theedge of my seat, as only faith keeps me watching.Pray tell, I've never known the future pastmeans of hypothesis and seasoned guessing games.A home where my heart forever rests isthat one blessing for which I ever pray.I a
Fallout'Way over in the distance, I see movement'A blurred sky, hazy, ghastly in its attire. A desolate barren landscape, vast and tragic. The site of something terrible. Flashes of panicked people. We are running, roughly and hastily through the horrid landscape, and way over in the distance, i see movement. It comes closer, rapidly it draws in. A raging beast a mutant. Shrieks of terror, gun fire Blank.I lift my head of my desk. The same dream again. Or is it a memory. I can't tell. Nor can I comprehend it. Every time it occurs I must try desperately to hold onto it. I want to examine it further, know where it is, when? However, the thought expands no further.I clasp the arms of my swivel chair and spin - I am easily distracted. I must study for my history test, yet lack the motivation - My body sways in and out from my changing center of gravity, i thrust my feet off the ground. I go faster. I drag my feet in and the spinning increases. The cold steel walls beco