I thought that we were heaven sent but found that we're just jousters in a life or death event.
and I don't want to take part in this tournament or wait in the tent until my name is called.
The referee,who he may be,I do not know.
but he must be a proper so and so to bring us here into the ring of fear.
I would go home but where is that? it turns out true, that this world I knew is not flat but round and I would just come back to fight the same old ground, the same old motley crew,what can I do?
Next time,
please give me a break,
send me to some deep volcanic lake and let me drown
in peace.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC
I thought that we were heaven sent but found that we're just jousters in a life or death event.
and I don't want to take part in this tournament or wait in the tent until my name is called.
The referee,who he may be,I do not know.
but he must be a proper so and so to bring us here into the ring of fear.
I would go home but where is that? it turns out true, that this world I knew is not flat but round and I would just come back to fight the same old ground, the same old motley crew,what can I do?
Next time,
please give me a break,
send me to some deep volcanic lake and let me drown
in peace.
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