Fall of Sir Edgar
Please dispose of this text. Go on, rid yourself of it. Lock it away, throw it in a river, burn it for all i care. Take your hands and rip it to shreads. Let not a single word lay with exsistance. Destroy the pages in any way you please. Doing so will please me and save your mind from the sickness i am plauged with. Don't ask what sickness. All you need to know is that it is a very bad sickness. The black blight set upon my heart, and corroding away my fleash with the laughter of sin. Do me a favor, as well as yourself.
Just-
stop-
reading.
There you are, or should i say here. Here is there; were you bega
Lust Ballad of sir Elick... by MaceValor, literature
Literature
Lust Ballad of sir Elick...
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of King Aroon, a knight named Sir Elick was in the service of the king. For seven years, Sir Elick swore loyalty to his king. He followed every command without question and followed his orders to the letter. With those seven years, Sir Elick was given a return of loyalty by his king naming him his personal champion.
Sir Elick was born into a family of nobels. Many of Sir Elick's blood-line served the fathers of King Aroon. The blood of King Aroon and Sir Elick were woven into one by the loyalty of a hundred years. The loyalty that Sir Elick's family was famous for, was what made him a champion of th
The touch of His blade caresses my skin,
as it tears open the plague of my flesh.
Entered His gate of Dark of Sunday morning,
broken clouds and tainted skies scatter Her holy hands.
Bodies flowing down His deep red rivers,
flowing to His sin soaked home of gathered rest.
Quiet sins whisper as the wind chills my hope,
lost is the light from Her holy pride.
Jagged walls and rusted chains,
mark the place of my prolonged shame.
Here in Dis I find the few,
the seven deadly sins of my life consumed.....
Searing is the flames upon my flesh,
Scorching is the heat upon my soul,
Burning is my dieing fires of hope.
descending to darkness,
Rising from shame.
Entered i have this place of grace.
Broken angels chain me,
Rusty harp strings peel away the skin,
The melody answering my sin.
My blood run dry,
My sins drained,
A second chance I take,
From the world where sins remain.
My index finger grows sore,
The constant rain of lead in every direction,
I become one with the trigger.
He screams in my ear,
Die! Die! Die!
Another voice turns away my fear,
Dodge right, move left, he's behind you, duck.
My thumbs grow numb as i move from room to room.
T cover behind the safety of steel.
The pings of bullets ricocheting raising a pleasant melody.
I dance with fancy foot work,
Steeping in and out of a kill zone as I run for new cover.
My index finger bleeds,
I see the man who wants my death,
I scream to him,
Die! Die! Die!
My index finger blisters,
I feel a pinch in my neck,
I fall to the ground,
Round ov
My index finger grows sore,
The constant rain of lead in every direction,
I become one with the trigger.
He screams in my ear,
Die! Die! Die!
Another voice turns away my fear,
Dodge right, move left, he's behind you, duck.
My thumbs grow numb as i move from room to room.
T cover behind the safety of steel.
The pings of bullets ricocheting raising a pleasant melody.
I dance with fancy foot work,
Steeping in and out of a kill zone as I run for new cover.
My index finger bleeds,
I see the man who wants my death,
I scream to him,
Die! Die! Die!
My index finger blisters,
I feel a pinch in my neck,
I fall to the ground,
Round ov
Searing is the flames upon my flesh,
Scorching is the heat upon my soul,
Burning is my dieing fires of hope.
descending to darkness,
Rising from shame.
Entered i have this place of grace.
Broken angels chain me,
Rusty harp strings peel away the skin,
The melody answering my sin.
My blood run dry,
My sins drained,
A second chance I take,
From the world where sins remain.
The touch of His blade caresses my skin,
as it tears open the plague of my flesh.
Entered His gate of Dark of Sunday morning,
broken clouds and tainted skies scatter Her holy hands.
Bodies flowing down His deep red rivers,
flowing to His sin soaked home of gathered rest.
Quiet sins whisper as the wind chills my hope,
lost is the light from Her holy pride.
Jagged walls and rusted chains,
mark the place of my prolonged shame.
Here in Dis I find the few,
the seven deadly sins of my life consumed.....
Lust Ballad of sir Elick... by MaceValor, literature
Literature
Lust Ballad of sir Elick...
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of King Aroon, a knight named Sir Elick was in the service of the king. For seven years, Sir Elick swore loyalty to his king. He followed every command without question and followed his orders to the letter. With those seven years, Sir Elick was given a return of loyalty by his king naming him his personal champion.
Sir Elick was born into a family of nobels. Many of Sir Elick's blood-line served the fathers of King Aroon. The blood of King Aroon and Sir Elick were woven into one by the loyalty of a hundred years. The loyalty that Sir Elick's family was famous for, was what made him a champion of th
Fall of Sir Edgar
Please dispose of this text. Go on, rid yourself of it. Lock it away, throw it in a river, burn it for all i care. Take your hands and rip it to shreads. Let not a single word lay with exsistance. Destroy the pages in any way you please. Doing so will please me and save your mind from the sickness i am plauged with. Don't ask what sickness. All you need to know is that it is a very bad sickness. The black blight set upon my heart, and corroding away my fleash with the laughter of sin. Do me a favor, as well as yourself.
Just-
stop-
reading.
There you are, or should i say here. Here is there; were you bega
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