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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ australian crow
Vale hopped on vis claws, pleased the dragons came over to offer their words. The crow bobbed vis head, listening intently, but then shook vis head at the end. “Don’t you see, you’re proving my point. Why did you two come out to play, while Gael hides away?” Vale tutted to vemself, scuffling on the jackal statue’s head.
Round two! The crow seeks its due
I scour on my tower for the fox who cowers,
But all I see are dragons lacking brainpower,
For I’d see them empowered to rain a fire shower,
While Gael ignores their power.
I’d see the world seeded with bloodshed as needed.
The Typhoon’s cartoon goons succeeded,
And you’re too blind to concede their deed.
But what should I have expected?
I’m an ittle wittle crow and you two’re bigheaded!
Is the faerie man afraid of my tiny brain?
Or is he chained to his bed with a flu strain?
I’m a bane on his reign,
But I don’t claim the reins for personal gain.
Remind me again, who lost an eye for Rhy?
But, you know me, a lost eye’s an entree.
I eat my own limbs like a homegrown buffet.
The decay is a display to portray
All the feelings words can’t convey.
Because a knife for life’s strife? Cliche.
Oops, I roasted myself! Take a note
It’s better than what you wrote!
Now tell me, you two, why you depend
On a boring old man nearing his end?
He has no plan to expand our land.
How can we live on a wasteland
When our enemies occupy a dreamland?
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ Round two! The crow seeks its due
I scour on my tower for the fox who cowers,
But all I see are dragons lacking brainpower,
For I’d see them empowered to rain a fire shower,
While Gael ignores their power.
I’d see the world seeded with bloodshed as needed.
The Typhoon’s cartoon goons succeeded,
And you’re too blind to concede their deed.
But what should I have expected?
I’m an ittle wittle crow and you two’re bigheaded!
Is the faerie man afraid of my tiny brain?
Or is he chained to his bed with a flu strain?
I’m a bane on his reign,
But I don’t claim the reins for personal gain.
Remind me again, who lost an eye for Rhy?
But, you know me, a lost eye’s an entree.
I eat my own limbs like a homegrown buffet.
The decay is a display to portray
All the feelings words can’t convey.
Because a knife for life’s strife? Cliche.
Oops, I roasted myself! Take a note
It’s better than what you wrote!
Now tell me, you two, why you depend
On a boring old man nearing his end?
He has no plan to expand our land.
How can we live on a wasteland
When our enemies occupy a dreamland?
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]