May 04, 2007 00:11
Yo, so you poor bastards who friended me knew this wasn't all going to be gems. Endure bad poetry: now!
No valkyries, here
Just crows to pick at the dead
Choosers of the slain
Oh, such fine young men
They broke, red, upon the shore
The night is unkind
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