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Javelin

A javelin is a light spear designed primarily to be thrown, historically as a ranged weapon, but today predominantly for sport. The javelin is almost always thrown by hand, unlike the bow and arrow and slingshot, which shoot projectiles from a mechanism. However, devices do exist to assist the javelin thrower in achieving greater distance, generally called spear-throwers. A warrior or soldier armed primarily with one or more javelins is a javelineer. The word javelin comes from Middle English and it derives from Old French javelin, a diminutive of javelot, which meant spear. The word javelot probably originated from one of the Celtic languages. more »

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Something was taken from me, I must just rewind
Cuz when I prayed above me there was no divine one
Just when the grace became the only thing that could ever save me
I gave up on a savior cuz it was all inside my mind
Panic attack, in the aftermath I must decide
How I'mma nap off all this trauma, should I swallow couple bottles of benzodiazepines or Buspirone or Guava leaves
This ain't stopping, I can't breathe
Happens often just to me
Asking god to let me be, smoking pot to set me free
Where is the key to the lock on my body top?, hoping I'm nodding off, show me almighty god, don't wanna see
If I am seeing the majesty right before me then it means that I'm deceased, I'm dying please don't make me cry again
I'll never pile in any more vile shit
I'll be on straights & narrows, it's like blades & arrows to my skull
Tryna be sober when I'm never full
Try to be hopeful when I'm never sure
It's like coming ashore
After tsunamis inside me, I mighta eaten many white erasers with the ink a chaser
I'm a sinking container ship containing pain to the brim, I'm amazed at it
How I'm even alive
Even survived
Each decline
But I reach & I climb & I seek & I find
Some kinda design
Finding a second life & a second wind & the seconds tick as I keep alive little bits of Kyle
Little child in a man's body
Little wild, I'm a damn dummy
Cuz I sniff a pile then I slam buddies,
& I whiff the violet then I jam my buddies little instrumentals & can't
Come up with nothing
Need me the rush of the drugs to be motivated then I go to create & I'm so drained
Cuz I'm old & superannuated, aged & I'm ancient
Antiquated in the game so they hate it
Cuz I ain't on that fake shit
I ain't the young'n that's busting with same spit as all of the others that's rushing to fame quick
I don't hate bitches but they ain't shit
I don't sprain ankles over same tripping as you do
I only trip when there's shifts in my moods
I'm only giving you written that's truth
I'm lying
Sometimes my old mind gets a mind of it's own, the decline of my soul as I write like I'm bold but inside I am folding from coldness that freezes me so
Welcome to both halves of the whole
This is Jav & his ghost singing
& it goes
Something was taken from me, I must just rewind
Cuz when I prayed above me there was no divine one
Just when the grace became the only thing that could ever save me
I gave up on a savior cuz it was all inside my mind
Somebody give me loving that I won't decline
Cuz I'm a hating husk unlovely & I'm spineless
Simply a fake, a shade of who I once was
I lose my breath & it's cuz
I'm scared of my death & afterlife

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