How many times more?

There are lots of people on the road who r mad we must not listen to all of them @Searchingyou

Which is why we don't listen to you, @Searchingyou .

We use the pain

Could you step away, I'm a vicious girl
could you fill the break
we're on the right way, to swing the little axe
it's the right day, to give up the tax

We use the pain, for our fantasy
we need some pain to find the right way
we love the pain and want some more of it
control the pain, chickenhead !

Right way turning, listen we are learning
head full of noise
chickens got no choice
heads are rollin
chickenblood is stolen
the rest of the chicken
wants to picke-nicken

Could you feed your chicken, cause I'm hungering
drinks and chips for free
the muscles like Bruce Lee

We use the pain for our fantasy
we need some pain to find the right way
we love the pain and want some more of it
control the pain, chickenhead

Right way turning listen we are learning ...

Painfull, the table's red
big storm and no regret
dark side, we use the pain
captain, we are lost insane
mother, we cut the dump, mother
mother, we all, we all, we all

Right way turning, listen we are learning ...

so for you this next scenario makes sense eh ?
you have stubbed your toe and someone asks are you ok so you stamp on their foot and then ask how does it feel ?
wise up searching you , you do not have to act like a numptie to make your point

And yeah, those trolls are same who were harassing me in chess.com also. As i told my identity here that i was same person OmShruti in chess.com , They strated trolling here.... i know some of them and i understood they have multiple accounts on lichess so just want to aware othes because this is not safe at all.... Today cyberbulling against me but in future those spoiled kids will do this with someone else so they should be controlled....

Quoting Mantram Patel
"ANOTHER ONE?"

@Searchingyou "i asked help from mods also through some reports but still no result?"
Hmm, I wonder, why could the reason be. Maybe because no one is trolling or harrassing you?
Yes, some people did call you mentally ill but you call them trolls regularly, you don't seem to be mentioning that.

@komokoid #11 True.... That's why i don't reply everyone... just i ignore their comments when feel something wrong.

@Searchingyou This is in honour of an old english teacher of mine. A nice young lady, who got the wrong end of the stick when me and a few other crazy vandals became her pupils in her very first year as a teacher. She was a tough cookie though. She switched schools and, as I found out, nobody messed with her there anymore.

Thick As A Brick (Part 2)"

LATER.
See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.

QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured
(in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying: "How's your granny?" and good old Ernie:
he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
The legends (worded in
the ancient tribal hymn)
lie cradled in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.

The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun. Light the sun.
Do you believe in the day?
Do you? Believe in the day!
The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night
and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day?
Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life
of your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie
in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red
while the fool toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead
as the sins of the father are fed
with the blood of the fools
and the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song
as the wise man breaks wind and is gone
while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose
and the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour
or the wiser man who rushes clear.

So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual

OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields
and you make all your animal deals
and your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.

#15 You can just report, and stop calling them spoiled kids, you don't know them in person, not even a percent.
so why did you guys call us kids we arent kids you also dont know us in person