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Skellums! Intae doomed countra Ironclad ah dwell, Claymore flashing in yon mirror, And o'er the dreary muir.
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC
Skellums
Thou, dishonorable Highlan' skellum, Thy dreary whunstane shall not see again! Nor thy unworthy Clan Banner, Yet my Blade! Yet my Blade! Gleaming here, owre, At auld Stirling Bridge, Wi' fiery bluid imbued, Graving still deep mirk stane, Under yon Steel Glare Ne'er to wane!
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 3:20 AM UTC
Blade
Your a Tyrant, You doth not fear our kind. The Kind of Honor, And gratitude.. You sit upon your smugly throne, Beholding the power you own. When in all reality, Your just a tyrant King. A king that must die eventually.. And all Kings, Are not Honorably right..
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
Tyrant King