[Alnnahs echoed him! They must be a true ninja! For this, he is delighted, but also because he can show off his learnings, a thing of great pride with him.]
Honk honk! :oD
It could be mother fuckin proclaimed, an answer I do hold The verse I speak moves with the Messiahs A being of one but two all the same For you see, the blood is as holy on the honored dagger, as the dagger is treacherous, for there would be no need to protect the flesh were there no threat upon it Life's march is full the fuck up with beauty and wonder, but as death ends it, it cannot exist without death at the end Thusly, it must be deemed that though the dagger gleams cruelly Though death begets mother fuckin rot There is beauty in it's shine There is a gentle salvation in death These two are things we should treasure, for each has much to teach :o)
Much of the beauty of poetry lies in that it may have multiple meaning, a color shifting in the light merely by the direction from which it is beheld. Would you mother fuckin agree?
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Honk honk! :oD
It could be mother fuckin proclaimed, an answer I do hold
The verse I speak moves with the Messiahs
A being of one but two all the same
For you see, the blood is as holy on the honored dagger, as the dagger is treacherous, for there would be no need to protect the flesh were there no threat upon it
Life's march is full the fuck up with beauty and wonder, but as death ends it, it cannot exist without death at the end
Thusly, it must be deemed that though the dagger gleams cruelly
Though death begets mother fuckin rot
There is beauty in it's shine
There is a gentle salvation in death
These two are things we should treasure, for each has much to teach
:o)
Much of the beauty of poetry lies in that it may have multiple meaning, a color shifting in the light merely by the direction from which it is beheld.
Would you mother fuckin agree?