Oh, you lackwit fool to be as the leech upon my throat. Go ahead and play your tiny games, you never realized that you were the puppet. So be that the ash of the world to you that return is your fate, likewise the currents of time flow like the mighty rivers of uncertainty. Be that you of one so soft, fragile like the shuffling mist of the morning dew across my face. I found nothing but hatred for your existence. I am nothing if not a tool to be used in your destruction. Begone from me, spawn of stupidity.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 00:49:25 +0000