Illithid//A Deal With The Halfling

Recovery is futile
The knife pierced through my armor
The devour is always growing
Carnage was all that is ever known

His dark grin is all over
We're out of time for self-discovery
There is no savior from this
You made the bargain with them

Now the piper plays tonight
Into the flames of a thousand corpses you go
So goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Recovery is futile
Are you sick of running from him yet?
The finish line is where you die
Pray to your God in the clouds

His dark grin is all over
So drink all the alcohol you want
The hounds of hell already have your scent
Pray to your God in the clouds

Now the piper plays tonight
Into the flames of a thousand corpses you go
So goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

The human race was made to die
Like Angels were meant to fall
Tolerance is just blood not spilt yet
Because all's fair in the dark

So close your eyes and sleep forever
At the house rip through your flesh
A smile comes up on your face
So goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

◄ Words of The Waiting Man 14

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Damon Blackery

Fri 29th Jun 2018 22:43

This poem came from a Dungeons & Dragons game and I was the dungeon master. XD lol

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Anya

Fri 29th Jun 2018 21:18

Mr Blackery!!! WOW!!! Xxx

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Darren J Beaney

Fri 29th Jun 2018 20:51

And like again!!!

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