Eh, well isn't life so exciting, ttyl mates.


AdventureAdventureAdventure
In the inn Dimly lit Men sit In the pub Sipping ale to ward of cold Winter wind huff and puff Success is not their answer Candles flicker in the halls Sleeping men are blue with the night Lanterns burn along the pub wall
Light dancing with shadow Sounds of laughter Silence of sleeping Adventure


A Pawn To Our CountryA Pawn To Our CountryA Pawn To Our Country
A man is chained to his country A pawn for his deity Loyal by birth No choice to choose his earth
Old men govern him Laws restrict him
He fights for his nation His state fights for its leaders
The art of war no longer deans Chivalry has died with the sword Far away with guns and machines Along goes the romance of the fur dressed Nord Off away for industry, Doth men die Profits to be made Caching rolls leaders eyes
Investment, profits, Worth more then life A few
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When he comes, you'll know. Be ready!
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"March on, ioine brauelie, let us to it pell mell, If not to heaven then hand in hand to hell." -Shakespeare's Richard III
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When he comes, you'll know. Be ready!
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Feel free to visit and give comments on my drawings
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opinions are like asses, everyone's got one and mine's better than yours
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"If You Fucking Touch Me, I Will Rip You Apart, I Will Reach In And Take a Bite Of That Piece Of Shit You Call A Heart"
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