I came here a young, foolish, corrupt and (apparently) very evil kid seeking friends to fill the void in my life.
Then I lost those friends and came back less evil and pathetic.
Still kinda pathetic seeing as I'm back here again.
And still have a few ways of evil to root out if I wanna get where I wanna be.
P.S. Mostly banned this place, if not entirely. Only showing up for item checking and whatnot. That's it.
Also, just to add to the video at the bottom here, or just to showcase my noob skill at poetry, here's this thing I done did.
Beneath the callous wind
On earth ill-tempered, bleeding veins
Where danger’s rise begins.
War in spades, unfathomable
Tore their flags asunder
On the coldest hearts enabled
Baring arms to plunder.
A fragile world of great demise
Where flowers never spring
The evil power, man’s delight
The darkest song we sing.
Shoot for broken lights of luster
Look beyond your gauges
Fall for dreams of fame in cluster
Lust for poisoned laces.
Corrupted hands, who carry seeds
In glee unbridled cast
To hardened pavement, noisy streets
Their seeds to lifeless ground.
Exposed to hapless incidents
Their fates are left unchanged
Without a shred of confidence
In time they wilt and fade.
The fault is ours before the eyes
This carelessness we crave
Is now the force by which we die
And burn in fiery graves.
Men delirious, sunk in leisure
Turn their newfound armor
Towards good who’s worth the measure
All for broken treasure.
The earth befell itself
As winter iron burns the soil
The force for good to death
Are cut, this battle-hardened toil.
Victory won, the earth becoming
Full on scars now bleeding
Godless men whose eyes deceiving
Fall to just receiving.
No matter how many times you fall, you must endeavor not to fall again. But be mindful of the number of times you have fallen, for the next misstep or brazen plunge taken may result in the loss of your legs, arms, or the entirety of your very body.
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Better is it for you to lose all associates in the world for the Lord than it is for you to profit the friendship of mammon, for mammon's hand can only give you the world but the Lord can give you Himself.
Better is it for the world to run with the blood of sinners than it is for a dystopian nightmare to dominate the world, for in the river of blood none can impede you from serving Him, in the nightmare you will never find a place to do good works.