Sweet sting


Amongst the fury a weep the weary. Fallen friends flung amidst the foes. Shed youths adolescents naivety embrace the steel of man. Reward and trophies come with no pride but shallow the loss of depravity. Behold a dubious king one of frail and insecurity. Sweet sting salty wit quell morals blip. Give chase give life never prey your own device. Tread not on me nor my kin or join the mill six feet in. Cry Havoc cry peace and let slip the chains of man’s distaste.

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