

A systematic recreation... : 1The Sands of TimeA systematic recreation... : 1
Harlequins Kiss, A waiting Hand, To take from you, The proffered sand, Which flows so freely, Throughout our life, And pours itself, Upon endless strife,
No time to give, No sand to take, From church bells or, Endless wake, Left with one thing, Stirring deep, A fear of darkness, That we seek.


Intro 01: A.D.W.L God is dead. He had heard a man say it once, and it was beginning to grow on him. God is dead. There was no one to save you from your ignorance, your mortality; your life was set by yourself, no one to blame, nothing for self-serving martyrs. God is dead! Probably an existentialist. He felt it now, as he lay naked on rock that struck cold to the very marrow. The wounds that burned into his hand, his arms and chest, violating his soul, were not self-inflicted but all the same an overwhelming temptation filled him to create a duplicate set on the opposing extremities. There didnt appear to be a lot of pIntro 01: A.D.W.L
Welcome to dA and Morrowind is awesome! level 102 Orc ftw XD
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The13th Lemming!
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Ordinators bore me though, as does the city of Vivec actually - silly canals.
I always enjoy raping my way through the Daedric shrines, for a laugh.
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The13th Lemming!
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