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Farouche people cast lethal ephemeralities, they are skittish howitzers' foreseeing Tamper and muck around with us Proceed please, gain potency Address prowess, then once you've coward in a corner, strain to flee Michka was languid sáwol (OE) The bullied ******* not teeming by any means Always a vexed mind, full of pillage grim Every day the same prediction Once the bruises turned healing yellow, they'd regain their blue gray He walked the plank and served the steak He dilapidated himself in vile rain Gained no aplomb confidence Only verbal abuse that strayed persistent Only mental and physical wounds surfaced Strolling down the broken sidewalk of crumbled concrete A noticement of condemned buildings 6235 Mirnerva LN Visions he had entering, visions he had slaying Of the civil and socialble Torture to the dependable He walked inside to leaks and floor holes Ancient 1920 furniture and stoves More than one stove that could hold coal To burn  bodies of evidence made him feel like gold He had a place of his own He mirrored himself as a transfixing carver Despersing of the bully fools No more drubbing routs' after school
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Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 6:38 AM UTC
Michka's Facet Vision (Old English)
Farouche people cast lethal ephemeralities, they are skittish howitzers' foreseeing Tamper and muck around with us Proceed please, gain potency Address prowess, then once you've coward in a corner, strain to flee Michka was languid sáwol (OE) The bullied ******* not teeming by any means Always a vexed mind, full of pillage grim Every day the same prediction Once the bruises turned healing yellow, they'd regain their blue gray He walked the plank and served the steak He dilapidated himself in vile rain Gained no aplomb confidence Only verbal abuse that strayed persistent Only mental and physical wounds surfaced Strolling down the broken sidewalk of crumbled concrete A noticement of condemned buildings 6235 Mirnerva LN Visions he had entering, visions he had slaying Of the civil and socialble Torture to the dependable He walked inside to leaks and floor holes Ancient 1920 furniture and stoves More than one stove that could hold coal To burn  bodies of evidence made him feel like gold He had a place of his own He mirrored himself as a transfixing carver Despersing of the bully fools No more drubbing routs' after school
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Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 6:38 AM UTC
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