The World of Layonara
The Layonara Community => Poetic License => Topic started by: AbnerMojo on October 25, 2006, 03:53:05 pm
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You see them, wearing leafs, and cloth, and basically looking like they have been tarred and feathered by a group of diabolical treants. They wander amongst us, speaking of balance, and coexisting with nature. They stop the casual traveler and give some of the "Earth Mother's” advice, or talk of listening to the trees and woodland creatures. The men far to metra-sexual, the women in need of being introduced to a razor. They are the druids of Layonara.
And you might stop and think something like the following.
'So what? Yeah they are complete flakes, but they seem harmless.'
You would be hard pressed to believe that these seeming 'innocent' nature lovers are in reality the greatest threat to our civilized way of life and your children. For these seeming care free, tree loving folk, are in fact a cult of drug using baby eaters.
Yes good citizen, these 'Druids' as they call themselves do in fact hate you, your way of life, and they wish to eat your babies, or feed them to rabid deer. Their black hearts seek to make us return to an age when people lived in caves, used no metal, and wiped their bottoms with their bare hands.
Which is why we must recklessly expand the civilized domains. For every time you cut down a tree, somewhere a druid is crying. Which means we must get to sharpening our axes, and fast. So that while they sit their sulking, we may come up behind them with poisoned daggers, and send them to meet their 'Earth Mother' (a.k.a. Demonic Harlot of Idle Worship.) first hand. The life you save may be your own child's.
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Indeed, when asked what beings druids would approve of killing, one such drew an entire party of women to their deaths.
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Don't kill the white stag
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Don't kill the white stag!
qoute the animal-friend, training it to attack on sight
Don't hurt the aminals!
Quote the pyromaniac with all his might
And as fires burn while the world turns
we didn't start the fire
it was always burning since the bloodlust's yearning.
Don't chop down the trees!
Quote the man with the withered staff
Don't use any of these!
Shrieked he with his bow, unable to do the math
and for all his argumentation
he buys from a learned carver
responsible for many a deforrestation
Screaming nature's laws from his home in the city
the mind of a druid is far far from pretty
black thoughts of doom and death
for every city-child what doth dare draw breath
Death to the hunters!
He'll howl amidst his wolf-pack.
Death to the crafters!
With crafted goods stored in his pack.
Death to all with whome I don't agree
How does it feel, to be so wretched, thee?
Remember then when you speak these words
the song on the wind from all the birds
"Even the Hierophant lives in a cabin"
"Even the Hierophant lives in a cabin"
"Even the Hierophant lives in a cabin"
So lighten up, ye witless herds
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HAAAAAAAAA! Sheer briliance!!!!!!