Moruk
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« on: December 03, 2015, 10:23:23 pm » |
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Here is my little demented poem about how much i hate hunting for superior light stones
(I admit I got lazy at the end and stole some Metallica lyrics)
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Pretty little wisp, glowing so bright
So beautiful in this still dark night
I've been sent here on a quest
It's a terrible thing to put you to rest
Why cant we just make a trade, an agreeable deal?
It is not your life that i wish to steal
To take your life breaks my heart and makes me sick
Please hold still and i'll make this quick
Hundreds of these stones i need before i can rest
Curse the man that sent me on this quest
Kill one, kill two, kill three, then four
Oh how this pains me i do not wish this any more
Your corpses never have what i desire
He said you have great light stones, I think he's a liar
Just give up your stones and i'll be on my way
In this accursed forest i do not wish to stay
I've got much better things to do
Give me your stones and then i'll be through with you
I see you hiding in boulders out of extreme fear
My fury grows every second i have to wait here
Dont make me chase you all across this place
I'm going to rip out your skull right through your face
Your bones I will crush as if they were glass
Then I'm going to fuck you in the ass
I'll kill you once, wont that be nice?
Then I'll rezz you to kill you twice
Crushing skulls, ripping skin, tossing body mannequin
Mangle flesh, snapping spine, dripping bloody valentine
Split apart, split apart, split apart, spit, spit it out!
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