Up from Hell
came Gawain
with the blade of evil’s bane.
Half still well,
half insane,
he clove the undead lord in twain.
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I used to think I was a ghost, and that no one knew me, but I am as transparent as the air you breathe. I don’t care about making it big anymore. Now I just want something, anything, to make sense. Maybe some day I will know my purpose, and when that day comes, I just hope I’m still sane enough to help.
About Me
- Malice Blackheart
- I write long rants and shitty poetry. I do not care what you think.
3 comments:
Cut cut cut
Blud blud blud!
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
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