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Very good. My poetry is far creepier.
*Sigh*can we keep this on topic? The topic is about what the big thing might be, NOT SEX
Very good. My poetry is far creepier.And he who hath the Great King's orb, the tusk, and the dagger of ancient lore.He shall drive the Fiend away. But will not fight, another day.For as the portal to Hell doth close, the ground shall crumble beneath his toes.And he shall follow the Fiend to Hell, to battle the Fiend, whom he must fell.And God in glory shall open the doors, to let out the hero, end end his chores.
Being lost is not a foreign concept for usBehind grey wallsdeep in the mazedid we build it?or did it just appear?Obscured by mistsTrampling vines to the groundHere we are,Searching for a way outOut from this prisonIt's daunting grey wallsblocking our viewCould this be anything but our lies?Or our deepest thoughts?
My poetry is usually really dark and I don't rhyme, I prefer freeverseQuoteBeing lost is not a foreign concept for usBehind grey wallsdeep in the mazedid we build it?or did it just appear?Obscured by mistsTrampling vines to the groundHere we are,Searching for a way outOut from this prisonIt's daunting grey wallsblocking our viewCould this be anything but our lies?Or our deepest thoughts?Written like 1 minute ago in about 3 minutes.