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I seek down those who call for tranquility from the heavens. I oppose order, peace, harmony, concord. I am the sower of discontent. The bringer of chaos. The Weaver of Wars.
For our friend. (We weep.)
For his memory. (We rejoice.)
For the warrior. (We salute.)
For ourselves. (We say goodbye.)
Valerius
Jack and Jill went up the hill and there did find the slaughter. Jack went down, took one to the crown and Jill kissed the man that bought her.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
J.R.R. Tolkien
mistake not the stars with their reflection in a ponds surface
necratoholic
hot blooded