Re: Farros Galdor: Cursed Hymns of Unmaking Luxury is a cold solace
take this life and sympathy
our fate is naught but dust
and risen, we strive to fall
that which shimmers turns to rust
and I claw, and I climb
till the clouds smell sweeter
yet every angel that I find
flings slings and spears to my trust
manifest destiny
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Supermutant 1: You know what? I was thinking about something yesterday..
Supermutant 2: Oh?
Supermutant 1: IT HURT! --- IT HURT MY BRAIN!!
Last edited by lonnarin : 12-06-07 at 08:04 PM.
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