Dec 2019
Upon the death of another,
One will rise against the hail.
The sleet and rain that killed his brother,
Will be drunk like water from the grail.
A soul will diminish from existence today...
So watch the action, place your bets,
And enjoy this god-forsaken play!
One will rise against the hail.
The sleet and rain that killed his brother,
Will be drunk like water from the grail.
A soul will diminish from existence today...
So watch the action, place your bets,
And enjoy this god-forsaken play!
I couldn’t think of the right words in the last paragraph... I meant to justify the word play in a way that told everyone it wasn’t acting, that it was real. Bored at an NNL comp so I decided to write.
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)
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