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lurk

Well every one I am sick. They say its call MMORPG I have had it before but not this bad I can't get rid of it. It's even affect my FPS skills. crying TERRIOST WIN! NOOOOOO

I hate the world we live in
Nothing seemed so true
The culture differences
The religious beliefs
The murders, rapes, and beatings

Nothing good came of this
Nor will it ever
The tyranny of this world is great
And hurtful to every mortal

My girl, my love
I feel so helpless
Knowing these evil things can keep us apart
Knowing these things might break your heart

Vengeance is the dish I serve to you,
Compliments of the chef.
Eat up, eat up! It's good for you,
A quick and painless death.


If you prefer, I can draw it out,
Make blood pool behind the eyes.
Let the organs turn to mush,
Truly, I care not for how they die.


Spices season even the most rancid meat,
Poisons grace the sweetest confection.
If eating their death does not please you,
I can always administer an injection.


Would you rather a hunting accident?
Or a sweet end to a sordid affair?
I can put poisons on the bed-
Or brush them into the victims hair.


Too late you may change your mind-
Feelings of regret may haunt you.
I care not for how you feel,
Bare all and I will taunt you.


Left alone to do my worst,
I will plan the most chilling demise.
They can die in private,
Or right before your eyes.


When you come knocking,
To death's secretive door,
I don't care who you are,
Or what you were before.


Just remember the price you'll pay,
It is always very high.
Try to skip out when the deed is done,
And you'll see what my vengeance will buy.


Think long and hard of what you do,
Before coming to me with your wish.
Or you may find yourself one day,
Partaking of deaths delightful dish.

A true warrior lives by the Sword.
Wielding his Sword to destroy evil
is the one purpose he has in the world.
The Sword an extension of his will,
only he knows who will be his next kill.

Honor and discipline guides his every move,
against the fools who have something to prove.
He has no need for magick,
for only the weak and frail weave it to no avail.
Wizard's parlor tricks can't compare to a Sword's tip.

As time goes by his Sword begins to slow,
barely matching blow for blow.
Denying the loss of the one thing he truly knows,
that going down with honor is the only way to go.
A true warrior dies by the Sword.