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A curse on your line, May your blood all be spilt; May you feel ten times o’er All that I have felt. A curse on your line, May you only know pain; May you lose more in life Than you ever gain. A curse on your line, They say health is your wealth; May you fall deathly poor And die by yourself. May you live a short life, And die a long death! If it weren’t for the law, I’d **** you myself. So I summon her now; The Goddess of Death! If it weren’t for the law, I’d **** you myself.
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Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 6:45 AM UTC
Invoking the Morrígan
A curse on your line, May your blood all be spilt; May you feel ten times o’er All that I have felt. A curse on your line, May you only know pain; May you lose more in life Than you ever gain. A curse on your line, They say health is your wealth; May you fall deathly poor And die by yourself. May you live a short life, And die a long death! If it weren’t for the law, I’d **** you myself. So I summon her now; The Goddess of Death! If it weren’t for the law, I’d **** you myself.
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Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 6:45 AM UTC
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