-=Cursed=-
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The Old Man has said many things
Like a waterfall do they come
Words of wisdom
Words of truth
Many fall and drink his water
But not I!
I despize that Old Man
I fight him every day
His words I ignore
I see his followers every day
I stone them with my words
Drive them from this land I say
Till I die I will fight!
And die I did
Waking in a foriegn place
Two men beside me
One with bowed head
Raising his head
With eyes reaching deep into mine
Revoltion runs through me at his gaze
Quickly I sat up
"Leave this place", I shout
"Leave you vile man"
Before he left
He said his farewell
"Hope you like your stay in hell"
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