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Waste Replacing (Lyric) by Phalkon

winds are blowing, so much colder fragile hands caress my face footsteps echo in the distance marking this, my fall from grace time is wasting, waste replacing everything is wearing down lights are burning, barren yearning night falls on a somber town... bloodied knaves in sultry caves their liquids drip from tired hands sorrowed cries as people die the tears and blood engulf the lands war and illness kill the census pestilence, the people die thousands crying, millions dying all survivors asking why... sun goes down, the pain surrounds eternal fear comes to my door darkness falls, the nightlife calls and creatures move across my fear must escape this cold dark rape the evil comes surrounding me cannot wait, anticipate for anywhere i'd rather be...

Stephen Robins 13-May-04/2:02 PM
Ohh it's great you can be an ork and sometimes a troll and you roll dice and move figurines across a plaster of paris board shaped like a huge mountain of death! and then you roll the dice again to see whether you have found the sack of magic axes which allow you +3 attack points against orks but only if they roll three three's in three rows and then you can access the tower where the dragon lives and then you can try and steal her golden dragon eggs and if you can do that you get double wings and if your get double winges you will probalably cum all over your desk and then your Mother will walk in and ban you from warhammer for a week and you will go out into daylight without your +8 magic turbo shield and will be destroyed by the local bullies who have been drinking cider and fornicating with their shell suit clad tartish girlfriends and then you will go through life a bitter man who will go on to be a clerk and feel that your better because you earn more money than those losers who beat you up and you will buy a real set of magic axes and go and kill those people who teased you and then you will be sent to purgatory level three and you will spend your holidays in Thailand creaming over ladyboys and then you will be dead of AIDS. And you will have failed in your quest to free the tabletop of orks and wizards and trolls and your ejaculent




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