Across The Multiverse IISomewhere on the edge of destruction, Staring out into the abyss, Never a man for contemplation, The open hand, the closed fist,Across The Multiverse II
The chase continues now, as it has for ages untold, Quasi-immortal beings, their stories, entwined, unfold,
One crosses a vast open plain, The other scales a tower, Leaving behind madness and pain, Opposites, a thing of power,
Across the emptied wastelands he strides, Enveloped in remembered moans and cries, A cannibal madman grinning savagely, Teeth sharpened to points, smiling insanity,
Felling nightmare
Bitter DreamYou can hunger for light as well as food, Trapped underhill with the mountain brood, Phantom lights wheel and weave inside your head, Trapped underhill in these halls of the dead,Bitter Dream
Forgotten pathways, bottomless pits, No company aside from addled wits,
Sunlight is but a bitter dream, You wake to the sound of your own scream, Time has no place in these halls of the dead, Phantom lights burning in your head,
Suffocated slowly by this fist of stone, You long for the place you once called home, Such of a much you never thought it to be, But now, teet
The HunterHe stands on the edge, looking out on infinity, There are no signposts, nothing to guide the way, He smells the Burning Scribe, the ruin he's left behind, Across the multiverse, the Hunter continues on,The Hunter
He's followed the path for ages uncounted, Quasi-immortal wanderer, Killing an horror he's encountered, Following the trail of slaughter,
He does not come to right past wrongs, He's simply passing through, On the trail of his unearthly counterpart, A Hunter tracking deadly prey,
He strides across a pitted landscape, Sword strapped across his back
Across the MultiverseAcross the Multiverse: The Burning Scribe Continues OnAcross the Multiverse
Touch of life, caress of death, Everything stolen away in a moments breath, Don't turn around, don't look away, But welcome the dawn of a dark new day,
A blood-red sun mounts the horizon, The sky turns yellow, dripping pus from a wound, There are none left to witness the occasion, The raucous call of a raven the only sound, It soars on the updrafts, shadow racing below, Well-fed and sated, it never expects the blow, A bat-winged monstrosity knocks it from the sky, The last animal on the planet, the last
My Triumphant Return
Neutral
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f u dnt like meh 4 who i am, then u dnt like me 4 who i am .. but all u gonna get is who i am
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*looking through yesterday's eyes*
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Howard: ...That isn't really a game, is it? It's more like a series of events. A series of horrific events... culminating in a rape...
The Mighty Boosh
~XerStock
*Dark-Arts-Asylum Resident, Room 223
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All the things you learned from me will just turn into memories
- Vaune Roulema
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All the things you learned from me will just turn into memories
- Vaune Roulema
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I'm gonna cut you up so bad you gonna wish I ain't cut you up so bad
(Some bad roaches)
~XerStock
*Dark-Arts-Asylum Resident, Room 223
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Peter Griffin: A DESK of cheesits? Where are you getting these units of measurement?
~XerStock
*Dark-Arts-Asylum Resident, Room 223
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life's too short to hide in the shadows, but even if i'm lying in the sun, staring at the clouds as they slowly drift across the blue, blue sky, i'm wasting my time, no matter how many breaths i take, without you, i can't take in any oxygen
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Peter Griffin: A DESK of cheesits? Where are you getting these units of measurement?
~XerStock
*Dark-Arts-Asylum Resident, Room 223
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