New Castle Chrysler High School - Rosennial Yearbook (New Castle, IN)

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art by Amy Saunders Color me black by Jim Catron Oh, color me black For I ' m death and pain, And I ' m the cold Of Winter ' s freezing rain. I am the deathbed Of a thousand fold. And the suffering Of both young and old. An old woman lamenting I am the death-song. Can ' t you hear her wailing So painful and long? Oh, color me black For I ' m death and despair Because I ' m a bomb Flying toward you, through air. Life by Shane Malott Life is just a mystery it comes and goes so quick. We live our life in much confusion which sometimes makes us sick. And even though it seems so hard, we must remember why We live our life day by day, watching time go by. We must enjoy what we have now Because when the end comes no one knows Someday we ' ll wake up and see it ' s our time to go. Pacifist ' s sorrow by Douglas Hancock Remember hate, for hatred ' s sake . . It is to kill, and not to heal. One black thought leads to many . . As Death drinks her fill. The fields of man are rich and full . With the black blood of rage. As one true heart sighs its last beat in memorial to pain. j 26 Troian Tribune

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by Milli Lodge ;i |Ssiia :; ; ■;:.:.; : -: ' ' 1 Untitled by Tara Shallenberger Two trapped oxygens met by the chance of a balloon. They drifted up to the sky. The balloon popped and set them free. Now they share space. by Allen Blankenship Trojan Trib une C.i