
To eager to kill of will we can never change our hopes and dreams forever
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my my, dont get mad at those people, those kind of word don't suit you my dear.
As for the poem, I think everyone gets their own lusty and full of hatred times, it's so hard and painful hopefully we manage to overcome them.
Now don't go swearing like that again *sends a kiss at you*
As for the poem, I think everyone gets their own lusty and full of hatred times, it's so hard and painful hopefully we manage to overcome them.
Now don't go swearing like that again *sends a kiss at you*
*Dance by his bonfire under the light of the full moon. His large hooves not making a sound as he moves about the fire with dead six hearts in each hand. Some he has eaten on and the others squeeze the last drops of blood out of them and onto the ground. Making drop pattens in the dusk. With his blood over mouth he gives thanks to the darkness. Gives thanks to the gods of sorrow and pain for the lives they drag into despair. Gives thanks for the fools that take lives to free themselves of guilt for being less then their could had been. He dance to take away the hope. He dance to take away love. He will dance to the tone hate and vengeance. He is Meanbeard and he waits to dance over everyone's graves.
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