

Title Won't fit HereDecline and fall of the Grammarian EmpireTitle Won't fit Here
Artless diction overflowing splurging nonsense How the tactful have died How they must be turning in their graves for the dead truly do walk the earth Today in the 21st century many are fluent in babblese It's a fine art which many have perfected to its limit They weave crude tales  


EpitaphTowering before you, Silence consumes. It eats and destroys gods as well as mortals. Swarm of locusts, Plagues of sand, Consume this arid land!Epitaph
Plague, An invasion of death, Swept across the land. Darkened, blackened flame, Consumes your life, And returns you to the darkness. Blackness, Eclipsed consciousness, That hazy moment when you’ve just woken. It’s amplified now, Screams surround all, And two deep, demonic voices are laughing, An ancient civilization, Eclipsed in death, Forever silenced…
Misshapen
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.................! READ THE DOTS! WHAT DO THEY SAY!??!
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#ChurchofL!
*MattGasm ~
~The-Near-Club ~ ♥♥♥
~InTheBathroom and now for something completely different~
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CALLING ALL BRITS!~britain
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KH Stupid Files?
I'm Astrotrain in the Transformers-Crew!
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I'm not really all here~ ♫
FOR THE HORDE!
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YYE WE AER TEH DYSELXCI!
Yer gnuan duckin luh yi~
*SqueeSan ~Hagaren-Eeyore ~LolliScythe
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I'm not really all here~ ♫
FOR THE HORDE!
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The reason we think the flowers on the precipice are beautiful,
is because we are standing on the precipice as well.
Do not fear, because we are like the flowers,
We did not step off.
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