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I burn the bridges others build. I spoil the wine that others pour. I cut the strings on the theater puppets that dance for the smiles of the young and old.My eyes are the reflections of the moon on the blade. My mouth is the grin of the wolf in the forest. My voice is the roar of a mind that cries out in fear after the heart has already stopped.
When first I come, shall the wicked fall. When first I leave, shall the virtuous perish. When finally gone, the rest will kneel and wait their turn.
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I got the gun myself. heart
But I like your writing style.
if you are out fishing. look me up. i make my own under my gaian name.
did not think you would get so mad
just get me back. i am a playful creature. most of the time
oh, i forgot to do this...
*rapes profile*
ah....need a ciggie after that...
i'm sorry about not really being there in my fishing room.
i tend to multitask while online, and i just kinda forgot about it.
sorry
hope you have a nice day < wink